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2001

Who do I write to
If not myself?

What is it
I'm telling the world?

Where am I going?
Do I have any clue?

The sleeper
Inside of me
Is waking up
To all of the
Possibilities
Of the world

She yawns
She stretches
She works out the kinks
In too long dormant muscles

Taking pen in hand
Places it on paper
As the words flow
Out onto the parchment

Creating Rhythm
Music
Words
Poetry

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