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I don’t write for you,
I write for me

To dream each dream,
in darkness freed

All gifts unwrapped,
my table set

My voice as spoken,
no regrets

I don’t speak for you,
I speak for me

The trails I’ve bloodied,
scars decree

Each moment purchased,
verses loaned

My feelings sacred
—words my own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

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