Rhythmic words 
Flow through my head 
Even when I’m sleeping 
Then when I wake 
My body shakes 
My ears hear words come creeping. 

Haunting all I’ve ever known, 
Rushing like a skipping stone. 
Tearing me apart inside, 
Scurrying they sneak and hide. 

I rush to write, 
Delay the fleeting thought, 
Of rhythmic words 
I once forgot.

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