FRIENDS

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    FRIENDS
    DEEP WITHIN THE TWIRLING MIND
    DESPERATELY GRASPING
    PAGES LEFT BEHIND
    WONT YOU HELP ME
    REACH INSIDE
    CANT YOU SEE THEM
    ARE YOU BLIND
    READ TO ME
    READ TO ME
    WHAT DO THEY SAY
    WONT YOU TELL ME
    WHO ARE THEY

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    p8alan’s Poems (8)

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