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A poem

is like my breath

on a windowpane,

a condensation of my soul,

developing only to dissipate,

leaving dusty ancient clues.

Fingerprints of my true name

point back at me.

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Written by

craig-reynolds

American

Published: Aug 28, 2010
LinesWords: 831

Notes: Copyright 2010

should i change point to pointing or leave as is? your opinions are greatly appreciated as well as your read :)

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