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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Poem 84: 1-14-1

I
am
one
lone
human
living
amongst
numerous
 civilians:
helplessly
 dramatizing,
individually
 corresponding,
simultaneously
 eavesdropping;
experiencing
 interaction;
Hopelessly
answering
survival
without
giving
 heart,
 mind,
air
or
I







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