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Birthday poem 3/4/23

The words live in me

In the cave of my being

Sometimes they come out,

I roll them around on my tongue

I feel them slide out of the pen and onto the paper

There are waves of feelings

that arise doubting,

holding me to the fire

Will you wake? It seems to say

And this is how we play...

No regrets

just living this life I've been


Why won't you just write it down?


I write on the wall

in the cave of my being

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