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My Mind Is Made

My brain is a computer - Yelling out binary code -

//Please Be Literal

Oh the hundreds of writings I’ve read They seem to mean something that’s not in my head Why am I so lost? System.out.println(theme); Why am I not saying anything? Some method I didn’t call

Steganography

Here amongst phonemes and graphemes I can hide the truth. Words have the power to expose, But they also hold the power to conceal. Poetry lets me play outside the laws and boundaries of prose. I can neglect the period

"The Code to the Coce Un-coded"

Why is it that, thou secret commitment of virtue,

Mystery Soup

You don't just love someone for the way they treat you, The way they look, The way they act, The way they cook Or even for the compromises Or the pain and anger and ridicule you've gone through together,

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