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Pouring Me Out.

Pours out and on
To the screen
Words that I know
In the order I mean
Who would listen
Too the eyes speech
Echoes loud across
Time and spaces reach.
It always some how
Make sense to me
Even if it challenges
And makes folk flee.
Take the birds eye view
See all round
Patterns and truths
Are there to be found.
©wrennie