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Read one side then the other


    Why it's it.                      Why is it
That only after.               That only after
We leave someone.     Someone leaves
We realize all the       Us. We realize all
Little quirks and.        The beauty about
Annoying habits     Them. The clouded
Are something we can't    Glass clears,
    Stand. The clouded     we see who
      Glass clears.       They are. Looking
         And we see them.   Past problems
               Wondering     Wondering
                   What we.   What we.
                          Saw    Saw
                             Before.
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Words are like melodies.
Without notation,
rhyme
or reason
they mean

nothing.
Poetry,
Written with
Ink, diluted
with Ego
Is a
Lost Art
And the
Pen loses
Its sheen
Only blemishes
On paper
Poetry is
Honesty
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