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When I write, my world narrows The clouds could laugh at me But I’ll write ‘They seem lovely’ The sun will rise though it’ll stay night for me My clothes will build a fire and chant “TAKE HIS HEAD!” When I write, my eyes are closed I’ll fly and find Icarus He’ll ask “How do I get down from here?” I’ll ponder and determine Dante will know, so into Hell is where I’ll go With Virgil he’ll stand, asking about the pope’s crime I’ll ask them both Virgil will say: “You must, of course find the sea And quench the thirst of the sun.” Dante will say: “But of course, find a mountain, And lower it to the ground.” But Icarus will fall regardless of me. When I write, I can never be sad Because the words I use The images I evoke Take’s less effort than crying When the farmer throws his cow over a cliff It takes more effort to say My love, my heart Will never find a glove Will never be whole It seems harder to doubt the good Then to see how good people can be When I write I don’t care about me I can’t be me without others Without others I have no voice To disagree Without others I have no flowers To throw into the trash When I write I hope you See what I’ve wrote Think of what I’ve wrote Felt what I’ve wrote To just tell me you know that I’ve wrote To say something, anything! ANYTHING! Just comment! The reason I write is so that others can read So others can interpret, disagree, maybe fall in love with me But simply its so others will speak.