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Pictures and moments
Have a fullness that hold me, and
Live in the book of my heart;
Tales with morals I learn to live
And live to learn—writing the lines
Of my life between chapters
I cannot title with sentences—no
Endings; and paragraphs
Bleed meaning into a place
I know I lived, yet the plot won’t write itself
Beyond my imaginings so what
Is real and what was blur, merging
Any theme into a series of question marks
Weaving all I believe into an echo
That sings through the veil of my Muse.
Editor: Rachel Nussbaum
Photo: Flickr Creative Commons
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