April 6, 2009
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I am made up of several minds
With several different souls
From several different times
From lovers to fighters
Residing way across the sea
Everything they were is still burning in me
Life was their canvas
Now I their work of art
A creation of time
Pulsing in my heart
Am I to finish what they once started
Or become a member of the ancient departed
Passing on my thoughts to fill in blank pages
Of a story that’s been growing
Since before dates and ages
But I now hold the phrase
Clutched within my steady gaze
They gave me this gift
A brilliant mind and a pen full of ink.

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