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She asked when do you know a poem is finished    I replied I don’t   I write until I have nothing left to say   I write until the pain stops or starts to fade away  
So I got lost for awhile, You see, being without a pen isn’t my style. I took the wrong path, Ink plus paper equals my math. Poetry on my mind like no other,
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