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Aug 6
There’s one word I hold
this one word is true
of all the words I know
and say to you
It has no pulse
nor heart
no beat nor sound
till it lives and breaths
where it is found
among all the words
between but two
it’s no better suited to sit
within ‘I’ and ‘You’
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
(M/Bottom of the Jar)   
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