inexperience
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A friend just asked me If I like anybodyAnd that one question Brought back memories of another time when That question ha
I used to think I could not write for a living
Because my mind was blank as
The pages of a journal just picked up from the store
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars
Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations
Of warm colors for the same sunrise, I see, but different bird cries probably
