I made a timeline of things to talk about
Some letters I wrote in my head
But how hard can it be
Conversing with a person instead?
I have met many laughing writers
But never a happy writer
Some write in their little notebooks
Or in the corner of any empty space
But nobody can read the words
Written under the surface of my face
I have met many dangerous writers
But never a deadly writer
If everything was born of a single word
If the power of words is strong
I cannot even begin to imagine
Where in the world of words I belong
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