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by Briana Aug 9, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The words I coordinate Weave together Like a masterpiece Seems engraved in stone These memories refuse to Let me be The ink is spilled unto paper My mind illuminating sensation It's a release I can't remove my past But I can write Of my future I mustn't turn my head But set my heart On my journey ahead