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As I sit hear

I try to write the words

That fall from my lips

Down through my fingertips

I try not to bear

My thoughts like swords

My mind is racing

While my fingers are pacing

I dare not tear

My fingers away from the boards

For fear of losing my pace

Which I could not face

I sit here

Trying to string the cords

From one line to the next

Trying not to steer away

From the text

So here I shall stay