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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

i cannot help but write

i cannot help but write.

i walk through the streets
and cars are shapes and smells
and reactions

women with their babies
are trees with sapling
and sighs.

and my eyes are the page;
my thoughts are the poem.
Posted by Faryn-Beth at 3:23 PM

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