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Why Write?

Date Written: October 11, 2017
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To gather in dust
Some soul, some trust,
bound in my mortar,
left to adjust.

Let the water drip,
Blood from my lip,
what blends in my bowl,
fills my pen's tip.

My words are my sea,
Myself set free,
For what forms my ink,
Is what makes me.

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