After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .

Thursday, February 11, 1999


Thoughts are contagious wheels
They multiply by just existing
And words will get simpler and simpler
Until they leave blank pages
For months
And the book is put away
Cause some say
That mirrors have two faces
But they drag me millions of places

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