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houseofpoetA short address to the poet in me. September 24, 2015. What is this I feel. Stirrings of the writer in me, long since thought dead. Now, as in the past, reborn with the setting sun and melancholic tunes. How I love you, oh innermost part of me. Source of all my creativity, peace and poet’s unbound joy. That you were a dame, I would embrace you and warm kisses plant upon your cheeks that be smoother than honey. Never depart from me, though my mind ever mundane and technical become. Posted in self address.
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