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Jul 2017
I saw the life of a poet flash
Before my eyes and singe my
Skin a pale wash of tan.

The pictures flew in this and that
Direction-less, he said he was;
But who am I to deny a poet's
Words so softly lying to my ears?

For what is a poet if not
But words and lies -
No no ... Truths -
And what am I if not a
Jagged soul lending my ear?
© Shane Leigh
Shane Leigh
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