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poems come
as I walk

movement inspires
just as mental stillness

more that gut
wrenching rejection

poems come
as I walk and I do

not stop ever
pad out and up as

a mirror to my face
I write looking inside

I well know the path
outside trampled on

it so very often
it may look crazy

it may look maniac
it’s poetry flowing

breath keeping me
(alive)

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