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(but when it comes
and oh, how it comes, 
it rolls over you like a hurricane
it ignites every corner of your soul, 
it erases every sad song from your heart,
it turns every cell in your being to words, 
until you breathe stories 
until you rage in ink
until you are powerless against it
and no distraction, no hunger, no fear 
can keep you from it. 
You race to keep up 
with the words falling out of your 
fingertips. 

I laughed in the night and thought
nothing else matters,
and nothing ever will)