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RE: Free me from chasing me | An question of differences
As I wait for your verses to come
While in turn writing more and some
My ponderings' have taken me beyond mars
With some help, I just might aim for the stars
Starts expanding
As grains of sanding
From woodworkers sculpting of trees.
As I gather the words to say
Only to stutter and then delay
The hour of solitude is now upon me
but the unsaid words won't let me be