notion 136.
and when i get home,
i’ll be looking for a place
to rest this tired heart.
08.15.2005.
notion 137.
one day we will be
in a better place for us.
no need for a box.
08.15.2005.
notion 138.
i did not
want my
secrets and
thoughts
to consume me,
so i wrote
them down,
but my poetry
is dead,
and only YOU
can change
the world.
08.15.2005.
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 
I don’t think of poetry as being dead. I think of it as a seed – dormant until planted in good ground.
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