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edifice

why does words automatically makes their way out of me every time i write poetry? are my hands born to dig in this keyboard to create poetry than novels? it feels strangely right.

i'm expressing myself more when i'm writing in this format. it feels oddly right. words are forming their own edifice. and when i move my hands away from the keyboard and stepped out of my laptop, i was shocked. it was neither a house nor a building. it was a figure... i saw a figure of a girl...

and it was me! my heart recognize, it was me they are creating the whole time!

i can see how soon they will finally accomplish it. just a little more time and thru these words, i will be complete again.

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