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My words are unpredictable, behaving selfishly at times. I may need them, they won’t answer; wishing to repel them, they will rather dance before me. Sometimes we sympathize with one another, and I feel today they harmonize with me. I shelter them, minority in the beginning for they’ll repay growing with the writing. If, of course, they don’t fail me…
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