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the writer, a cynic |
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A blank page |
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frightens me: |
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so many thoughts |
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so many ideas |
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I could put there -- |
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Is it legal to put |
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such a weapon as this |
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in my hand? |
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Deep fears |
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dark dreams |
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confused radical thoughts |
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without shame: |
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I can write it, |
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there's room on this page |
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and my pencil, I think, |
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should last long enough |
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to offend. |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |