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a poet's reasoning |
The poet's heart, grabbing at words searching for a story which shares all, wanting to be understood or teach.. past our orchestrated, manipulated, walls. * Four minutes of story, five minutes of gloat one minute of glory, five minutes of fame then back to our notebook of memories.. with dreams and past flickering flames. * amber of life, neither bad nor good. just building blocks of festivities that bring us toward something misunderstood. a means to an end, of shared stories. |