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hesitating pencil...thoughts adrift...muttering in the air
tiny recollections...crowded close...eager to be heard

heavy white paper...concealing countless thoughts
yet unwritten...patiently staring back

breathing steady and calm...movement begins...pencil in position
heart beating...memories aching

sifting through my mind...penetrating grains of times
revealing unseen treasures...buried deep beneath my days

each letter easily speaks of my story
written on my favorite...old...worn...blue jeans
just washed....and neatly folded

seen in my brown eyes...my life unfolds