8/10/2009:
Words flow like memories bygone,
Whirling in churns of magnificence.
On this sheet they assemble,
Facing the world - unshielded and naked.
Bits and pieces that collate,
Falling into place,
Finishing amongst themselves..
Till all that's even left,
Is the dust off my writing page.
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