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May 2013
All of us began as sentences, stories,
untouched, unspoken,
craving a reader, a listener,
yet unable to abide,
fearing exclusion.

Now we are metaphors,
written in a shallow poetic form,
intellectually impaired,
unable to attain existence.
Written by
James Andrew Crosby  Germany
(Germany)   
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