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They say writing is the window of the soul.
I write so I can read it when I get old. -
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Where the still water gathers
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This poem does not belong to me anymore. This poem stopped belonging to me
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"To hold it within, nurture it grow.."
by fathom me 49 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 2 4:15 AM 2007. In On Writing, Angst, Spiritual, Thoughts, State of being -
I seek a still space / where nothing has been before. / I wait for a breath to break / a line to write itself in place, / show me where I n
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I don't like to critical / I try not to judge / But there's one thing in writing / That makes me say "Fudge!" / / When something is lost /
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