I type and type,
fingers flying over the keys,
words trapped on a screen,
yet freed up for others to see.
Freedom of speech exercised.
I love language
and marvel at what comes forth.
Words are filled with feeling
tantalizing the senses
dripping off of tongues
uttering truths and falsehoods.
I long to only speak truth
unless it is to create worlds
that others want to look into
through the pages of my mind.
Just a few of my lovely felted purses
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