So many words have come and gone,
Passing away unsaid, unheard
Filling the mind, filling the air,
Filling nothing but lines
On paper
Waiting for souls to read and to feed
Upon the lines on which they're writ
Satisfying both writer and reader
Filling the mind, filling the air
Filling up
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