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Writing in the Dark

I kept writing with the well-rehearsed hand
Knowing how much space to leave.

But when I lifted my hand 
To remove strands of hair from my face
I knew not where to put my pen

Like when you join a school 
In the middle of the year.

I learnt to use my left hand to fix my hair
And escape the discomfort
Of feeling lost. 

Emotions began flowing out,
I began pouring them carelessly.

Not realising that there was a width
That was stagnant 
And I had reached the edge.

It took the darkness to open my eyes
To the limits of the page.

And then I wrote and I wrote 
In the middle of the pages
Racing with my thoughts.

In the dark.

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