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Your words, your beauty (downstairs, on the right)Your world, your force (see them now?)Filling up an empty space in my head (that’s what I want to be)If I could be humbled for you I would be free (try so hard)I don’t want to mar you (but it slips away)With my open heart (and down to the bottom, my illusion)Humbled here, I am free (try so hard)Hold me helpless (but it slips away)God, I wish.

Clovis McEvoy © 2000

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Clovix

Joined April 2009

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The oldest poem I still have, written when I was 13

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