Before the words evoke
Before they are typed
Before pen flows on paper
Before a message is constructed
Before a thought is formed
There is the inkling of
The insinuation of
The air of
The hint of a feeling
That needs to be
Explored
Implored
Cajoled
And caroused
It may put up a fight
But, ultimately will cede
Graciously revealing itself from just below the tip of my tongue.
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