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this page is bare in memory
you can write from abditory
a sonnet, lyrics, a poem of life
I read it all, reflecting
yes, I think you write for me
interpretation, of what I believe
I like to think I left a mark
tearing across your heart
renditions that I know aren't true
I've never meant that much to you
and still I read and what it seems
is all imagination
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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