I tend to think about forgotten poems of mine, you know the ones that randomly pop into my mind sometimes and I can't repeat them in order to manifest them on paper, as unborn children. They are spirits that had not the chance to be born in a body and live normally so that the humans could read them and love them and they are still floating in my minds palace haunting my own thoughts until I have the right words to express them and finally feel free from their presence.
Oh look, I just did it again.
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