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Caleb Notte Mar 22
To open their eyes
It's not disguised

Facts not opinion
Never marked as a minion

Stories broad and deep
For all my readers to keep

Cities abroad to discover
No room for a lover

Satisfied to raise
Even a bit of malaise

Another feature completed
Silence defeated

Penned with delight
Now it lives in plain sight
Caleb Notte Mar 9
You say you want to know me ...

Lift my sleeve, a tattoo
Brush my face, some stubble
Sit in my car, hear grunge music
Listen carefully, I'm cursing
Smell my shirt, it's cigarettes
Read my journal, sadness

Be forewarned I'm Rough Around the Edges!
Caleb Notte Mar 9
The sea sings a melody ... can you hear it?

Waves crashing repeatedly against the sand
... it's rhythm

Spraying salt into the air ... it's chorus

White foam amid deep blue ... it's audience.

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