impart
what's in my
heart
stop staring at
my soul
i'm out of
control
and you're there
just looking
and staring
and seeing
and reacting
and being
but not saying
a word
like a piece of
wood
strong but silent
through the ages
i wish you could read
the rest of my pages
OUT LOUD
before my book
is through
which may be
soon
(be)
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