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YouInventedMe

Published: Sep 22, 2008

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Literature Text

love, I let you
linger on
in places yet unseen
in the silent space
between
initial sparks
and how we're wired
my

dear, you are
discovered in
every memory undeparted
every poem I've ever
started
even haunting
odd synapses fired
I

fear, forever
following
a hand unclasped (still shaken)
a heart unheard until it's
taken
time to rest
uncommon sense retired
why

it's my
attempt
to ingest
starshine
'til admired!

it's my
intent
to become
all you
have desired.

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fwick

Dec 4, 2010

I'm really not an overly dramatic person and I hate cliches and also I'm a lover of classical poetry so this means something: this poem has kind of changed me since I first read it so so long ago. and I think I've told you that before in some context (doubt you remember me but whatevs) and I just felt compelled to let you know how often that first stanza jumps into my mind: kinda often.

so I'm just gonna comment every few years on some bit of your profile and let you know I still appreciate. thank you :]

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