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between pen and bed
by Peter Hsuwhen morning softly surrounds me
my mind sprawls on the floor
between pen and bed
unaware that
without thought
all my words have turned to color
dyeing the sleeping walls
preparing them for day 03/16/2010 Author's Note: get out of your own way.
Posted on 03/16/2010
Copyright © 2025 Peter Hsu
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/16/10 at 01:06 PM We don't always understand as we look in the mirror how much we try to manipulate ourselves and thus step on our own feet. Very well done. |
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