Words hit the page
Slowly, cautiously, at first.
They take form.
Representing.
Something
In the form of a paragraph.
The writer never really knows
What to say.
Or why.
Some how it makes sense.
All she knows is that
These words must get out.
White meets black.
Black meets white.
-Christine
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