Watching My Life

If a glance in a mirror

is disconcerting,

if the notion of memory

would frighten a soul

if the further away from love

we become

then how do we measure

how do we ascertain

where is confidence to gain,

how might our lives

be defined by simply

an identity

if we cannot or per se are not,

or have not or do not,

if when all the nots

in our stomach have combined,

then it is true

we are the identity

we see.

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I am a writer. I've always wanted to write intriguing words. Don't we all. Aren't we all wanting to be experts in the language of love, sensuality, desire, provocative notions? Well, I'm giving it a try. Join me if you'd like, and please share any feedback you think would help my adventure :)

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