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May 2014
I read through a bedside stack
of my poems labeled The Heartfelt Architect.
They were bound with a paperclip
reshaped to accommodate their numbers.
Half the pages featured watermarks
around the edges like emotional copyrights.
I had written about friends' frustrations
with loves and losses for three years,
stressing that paperclip every day
before realizing I had written an autobiography.
When I realized that everyone else's pain was actually my own.
C S Cizek
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C S Cizek  Williamsport
(Williamsport)   
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     --- and Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr
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