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I used to…

I used to write all the time.  Words left me like breathing and rooted themselves in a musical order on paper.  Then, I stopped.  Time.  Feeling.  Whatever the reason, I lost my words.  Now, I want to find them again.

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Poetic moments in the words of a dreamer and other randomness in the words of a believer. "Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead." ~ Langston Hughes

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