I apologize for my elementary language
But I can only tell the story exactly as it happened,
The literal and the literally beautiful
Words I didn't know I knew
Tossed like pebbles at my window
Scratching at my door
Shouting my name in the loudest whispers
Slammed my fist down and scrawled right into my desk
To spite the pain of star light in my veins
Blood impregnated with shafts of light
Hemorrhaging from fingernails
Carved words fill like rivers
Story lies in pools before me
And I relate it back to you
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