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Creation and expression


I'm no poet but I need to get this out

through these keys I press I scream and shout

something I've been told I need to fix:

expressing myself, especially with the chicks.

I do that best with the scope of my lens

not of the camera's, but with my eyes and hands.

The camera, the needle, and the books I've read

my creative juice is all I've bled.

Naked as this world will see

the vision that will sculpt a better me.

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