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Thursday, August 4, 2011

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They say that I'm a poet
I wonder what they would say
if they saw me
from the inside.
I bottle emotions and place them
into the sea
for others to uncork on distant shores --
I am unsure
as to whether they ever reach and
for that matter
as to whether I ever get my point across
             or my love.
Posted by getlowe at 12:04 AM
Labels: musings, VPL, writings

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