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a poem speaks

Thank you for waking me
From my slumber
I do not live without you
I must be read
To be alive
Such is my fate
I live as ink upon paper
Until your eyes and mind
Awaken me
I am real
Only now
This moment I am read
And if you stray from me
I return to silent eternity…………

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