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Jul 2013
you see,
my poetry
is written by hand.
and my hand
is an extension of my heart. because I can find no other way to express how it
continues to beat day after day without fail than to move my pencil to the same rhythm
and no
I don't always keep perfect time
but neither does my
   heart.
An excerpt from a longer poem that I didn't feel like typing out.
Emma B
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Emma B  In the clouds
(In the clouds)   
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