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by Spinoza66Wexford, Ireland

Mar 2015 403 Views 4 comments

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I think aloud inside sometimes
that if I could be a drop of ink
I would enter your little finger
and travel the map of you
that my fingers fear to thread
for even memory is dismantled
for you are a new country
but I would love to visit

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Posted: Mar 2015

About this poem:

Curiosity might kill the cat

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Spartacus2012Biloxi, Mississippi USAMar 26, 2015

Nicely penned confessional write Spinoza..

Regards,

Ken

Spinoza66OPWexford, IrelandMar 26, 2015

Thanks Ken,but to write one has to be honest even if it is only for a moment, yes it is part confessional and we all have to be honest, if not we are liars...