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Foreign Eyes

Furious scratching of the pen
leads to poems never read
by foreign eyes
too good to read
of my living tragedies.
Frustration colors all my thoughts;
calm prosody will not be sought.
It hides itself from those who seek
to hide their words up on the wall.





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