A new touch that isn’t dry -
Propell a thought from casual
Past an old to shiney new.
Don’t say a lot but speak to him.
Make him see you know him
And that what he wants knows.
Let him learn you inside-through.
Be a perfect mystery everyday.
Be his connection to life.
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With Words… is a home that I use to share my poems that don’t rhyme and my stories with no endings.There is a collection of poems called “Sometimes What You’re Left With Is Worth What You Lost” and another more general collection. The poems in the “sometimes” collection are design to be read in their order, but you are able to read any of them in any order you like.
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