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i've got the Paper
and the Pen
a nice cozy chair
plenty of light
and a scented candle
glowing
now
i need
the
Thoughts
Something to
stroke the mind
perhaps make even
the most tenacious
shed a tear
or two
a Piece
that drifts
the incorrigible
heart
to fanciful notions
Versification sounding
like wild beating drums
on a sultry summer night
a Fragment of me
to divide among
the masses
a Creation so
extraordinary
angels and demons
lasciviously flock
to me
as gods
gaze with envy
but here i sit in my
cozy little chair
pen and paper in hand
light in perfection
scented candle burning
all
i
need
are
the
thoughts...