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Deep breath

Yes, there is still something there

A life that I can summon

And I do

 

My face has changed

But my mind is calm

Not about the world

Just my self-image

Truly

It’s the most amazing thing

I don’t care

But I promise to take a bath

 

Did you know?

What’s that?

You couldn’t hear me?

And I thought I was so loud

No slight impact

No glancing meaning

Not even an annoyance

It was as if I wasn’t even there

That’s how I learned

Not too handsome

Not too smart

Only the keeper of my own flame

 

I turned the key

Then decided to walk

I opened an umbrella

But left it inside

I stood up a ladder

But laid down instead

I played a piano

But I didn’t need a song

I remembered what I said

But the meaning was mine

It was all a dream

To be different

To start then stop

To do then not

To know not taught

It’s my way now

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May 2, 2017
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