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Worn pages, bring to light

Another secret, to disclose

He taps the keys, oh so right

Out comes his vivid prose

Words, which pour this story

On a screen, aglow in night

Emotions, times of glory

That made things look so bright

Other times, not so well

He chooses to leave them be

Perhaps it’s because he cannot tell

Though the truth will set him free

Hands linger, for just awhile

His thoughts, much cause for rage

Caught was he, in his own guile

No longer able to disengage


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