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When I Write

My curious eyes are calm I squint and stare at nothing My anxious breath is steady and pure I am aware My plump lips are sealed My candid comments are absent for my bold voice is silenced My calloused yet feminine hands are ready to work My heart beats with a passion to the beat of my tempered fiery mind My untainted revealing honest thoughts are on paper It is because they are raw that I gain They are valued They are mine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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