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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Merely I Was
I was merely sleeping, Wasting time til now Dreaming soft whispers In the early morn. I was only sleeping Passing the time til day Hearing sweet memories In the misty morn. I was merely there, Waiting for the time To rise from the womb And make my presence known. raw || truth |