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what spills onto         the page

falls from                  my mind:

it tells of                   what is there

it tastes of                 my thoughts

so they are                spread here                      with care

                                                                        as verse

the page                    becomes

my mind                    bared

what is there              visible

my thoughts               naked

spread here                exposed                              read


this thing                      that was me

this thing                      here

this thing                      printed

this poem                      read

this poem                      is now                                 

                                     in you

                                     is now

                                     yours                                    forever


your thoughts                                                            occupying

your thoughts                                                            surrounding

                                     your mind


◄ The Artist [1]

A Silly Haiku ►


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