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The Poet

A thought.

A prose.

A paper life with the essence of ink.

Living inside of few.

Bubbling to the surface.

Spilling,

Dropping,

Pouring out a gift.

If,

-and only if,

one knows how to unwrap it

So it may be enjoyed.

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Dec 19, 2009
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