Every piece of you is a small fragment of you
Every mistake and lesson holds you together like glue
The pages bind the past and the present together
Leaving the rest to forever
The bindings are like veins
Guiding you in the right lanes
And every word is defining you
Right through to the end and right through
And no mistakes crinkles the page
The sweet smell of sage
In the light it blends through
Into the morning dew
Poems poems and more poems
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Happy kwanza! To those who celebrate!!!
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i've been hurting trying to get you back, knowing each time i cry, its like a heart attack, my heart didn't want to take it, my bra...
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