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Mar 2016
She speaks to me
And I let her in,
Silently, we converse,
She dictates, I repeat,
She sets a mood
Which wraps me round in certainty,
United, word for word,
She casts the scene
I place the thought,
She guides my hand
And cleanses it with surety,
Observant of my need
To master her,
She masters me.
Written by
Bill Higham
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