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This notepad is thirsty for something poeticMy heart wants to write but my mind just wont let it
I sit here and stare at a poem 1/2 way painted
And realize - my life's - relatively related
It's hard to admit after 33 years
That my life and my poems have been tainted in fears
But the honesty found in this "moment of truth"
Is a late night transaction - where (change) is produced
Poetry by brian paglia
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Written on 2010-03-13 at 21:22
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