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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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For Myself
My pride and joy from me to you Is whatever it is you want it to mean Simply a riddle, a mystery am I To you and those like you, in a dream Yesterday is tomorrow and all it's gold Does not compare to the sparkle in your eye Awake yet sleeping, a piece of your pie Wonder when you'll realize, your truth is my lie Never shall you know what is in my spirit Ribbon of thought, rope of prose,binds me Only your kiss may release Shadows from the night, dawn from the cold Early morning to find you naked, beside me. raw || truth |