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Lost in her mind with so many thoughts to grind,
Her walls of withdrawal crush her in
Compressed air makes her head spin!
Screaming words clog her throat
Oh! they are too heavy to croak!
Swallowing them hard, she crumples to the floor
Digging some light who
Finds her too thick to bore
In a desperate hope to find her papers and ink,
Her only hands to hold before she could sink!
More than just recreation or art
They are, strong wings upon her heavy heart!