IT WAS NOT A PLACE FULL OF CAPITAL LETTERS. OR CAPITOL LETTERS EITHER.
I WISH I KNEW WHERE I GO AND WHERE I WENT. STILL AFTER ALL THIS TIME
WHERE I AM AND WHERE I GO REMAINS MYSTERIOUS. BUT
AND THERE IS ALWAYS AT LEAST UNTIL NOW A BUT
BUT I AM STILL, WITH WORDS IN MY HANDS AND WORDS IN MY HEART, STILL HERE.
TRYING OUT THOSE WORDS. ONE BY ONE BY ONE.
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Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me.
I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.
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