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Joined December 2025
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You ask me how I write, what guides me when I start, If rules or hidden signs control the moving part. I could describe a method, neat and well-designed, But that would miss the truth that slips between the lines. The truth arrives unnoticed, simple, almost odd: A phrase that leans too far, a pause that breaks the nod. I follow crooked thoughts that wander off alone, They lead me to a place that feels like home unknown. I don’t command the verse, I walk with it a while, It stumbles, hesitates, then finds a quiet smile. If something stays with you when all the lines are through, It’s not just words at work. It’s what they almost knew.