Poetry (words)

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I’m trying to shake this thing, but it goes a little deeper than a stain removing surface wash. In essence it’s who I am and I am blessed that the feelings I have are not just projections from a thousand poets. 
I remember at first glance thinking “there is no one this beautiful” and that thought remains in my soul. There is no thought deeper or more honest. 

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