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Nov 2017
now that poetry is carved into my skin
I got nothing to lose in this rain
writing on a white screen
soon I'll be able to pick up a pen
and write on a white piece of paper

I threw away years worth
poems and writing

now I see it's stuck inside me
there is no way out
it's a part of me now

maybe not in a journal
at least it's somewhere
eileen
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eileen
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