Identity

July 12, 2011
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His words,
Filled the space between them.
Mature.

She watched them, wondering…
How he had experienced so much.

Her prose tentatively,
Made its way over to his.
Innocent.

He watched it, wondering…
How she had experienced so little.

A lifetime later,
Their poetry was,
Identical.





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