Poetry about poetry
When I wrote of Kathy's dream
an angel with fluttering wings
I remember such release
to get it out, of that need.
When I wrote the poems of hate
for those girls that crept and scraped.
I remember burning tears
followed by cemented angry courage.
When I wrote the lines of love
of my other self completing.
I remember knowing beyond fear
that he would be mine forever.
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