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Our lives… Tiny patches of squares or triangles Of a hand sewn quilt that sometimes fit or not… Pieces discovered, overlapped, tucked in held together tightly with bits of colored thread. Do you remember The sound that lightning makes in the Arizona desert at twilight before all the stars appear? Feelings sung aloud as music [...] You ask me why? Why do I write? I look at you with weary eyes And often speculate myself Now ask me again why I write Then ask me why I breathe? Ask me why I search when others deny Oblivious to them, not me… An unknown, forlorn poetess Verbs pouring from my pores May [...] |
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