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ME


The eyes of a dreamer, the hands of an atrist, and the heart of a lover.

They flow together like a four-leaf clover.

Together the eyes, hands, and heart operate until the world is over.

The mind of a genius, the feet of a dancer, and the lungs of a singer.

It all binds together like venom from a scorpians stinger.

The shivering cold and the wisely untold.

A sparrows wings and a dreamers dreams.

They are brought together like the seven seas.

Who believes?  Who dreams?  Who sees?  It all seems to be me.

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Alicia McCollum

I am 24, I love to write poetry.

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