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Mar 2014
Bound by the whims and ways of others,
Creation there it often smothers...
Pure intention marred in the mire.
Are we not our thoughts own sire?

Bubbling, boiling, rising from within,
Comes emotion enlivened.
Born from wherein I reside

Am I not these words on page?
Am I not what I preach?

Rather that which lies beyond their reach...
Written by
Shane Daniel Mendoza  United States
(United States)   
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