I collect
casual compliments in a matchbox
And lovingly sun them sometimes.
To cross,
I go under the fence.
If I chance upon pearls of wisdom
I can take home only one.
I hate white light.
I run the world.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
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I read this over and over again, touching, tasting, running it around my mouth. And it still resonates.
There's a poet in you to be reckoned with.
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