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This notepad is thirsty for something poetic
My 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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Spoken like a true poetic patriot.
This poem not only speaks from the rawness of the heart but of other like hearts. Now that the 'demon' is out there, we have the hope of purging and catharsis. Awesome share.
2010-03-14