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I Write

I sit, I think, I write
I write, I sit, I think
The flowers, there are so many
Blinding me with their colors
The sadness overwhelms me
There is nothing to write
Yet I still try
I must get it out
But I don't know how
except to write
You are there and I am here
We are not together
Will we ever be?
I'll just have to wait and see
That is so stupid
I can't show you this
It's dumb
You'll laugh
or leave
It's coming out
Will it ever be completely out...NO
There's more but no right words

Copyright December 13, 1988

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