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Monday, July 11, 2005


Here's a poem I wrote some time ago...
Sanctuary: nonexistent
A place to rest no more
A forlorn lover's bold indifference
Made to dream abjure

My feet carry me without my knowing
But I will never argue
For who am I when I no longer
Go wherever I will

Some say I have a way with words
But I shall never know
For I can never hear myself
From outside my own soul

Art may never die unknown
That we may rest assured
For I must reflect upon myself
That I may do my bidding

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