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Sometimes I just start flowing,
Not necessarily knowing
Exactly which way I’m going.
When I get there you can connect the dots,
Or rather
Trace my thoughts, because my bars be so hot -
Their trails leave the paper glowing.
Something like how you can't see the wind
But by its destruction you can see where its been,
And feel when its blowing.
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