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You hold more than a few poems, And crude scribblings. You hold my weaknesses, My strengths, My joys and sorrows. Within your pages dwell more Than lead and ink. The sentences in your veins Have more meaning Then you could possibly hold. You carry my voice, My silence, My faith, My doubts. You hold my thoughts, And soul, My heart, And Life.
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Ode to a Journal
You hold more than a few poems, And crude scribblings. You hold my weaknesses, My strengths, My joys and sorrows. Within your pages dwell more Than lead and ink. The sentences in your veins Have more meaning Then you could possibly hold. You carry my voice, My silence, My faith, My doubts. You hold my thoughts, And soul, My heart, And Life.
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kj
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
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