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I'm no poet

I’m no poet.

If I were, 

I could sing

Wordless beats.

My yearning’s

Beauty can

But Music 


Sometimes, if

I let it 

Come close ‘nough.

On the shore

The struggle 


In the storm’s


That is my

Roaring soul.

I could tell

You maybe 

The formless


Of my self—

What I feel,

Or might be.

But a poet

I am not.

I’ll let you,

Thus, touch me.

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