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More oft than not
I find myself where i should not
lost within my own
close enough, yet far enough away.
in earlier years
my style was the same
my words not as strong or developed
but the meaning....
napkins and scraps of paper
comp books and spirals
whatever was within my reach
when my lil mind began to wander
i'd grab and let my hand become my soul
the beginnings and the continuing's of a
a soft spoken :angel:
poetry written from deep within her soul
© DeDe C
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