Mindy
poetress am i, sing i with words to you poet you are,
you hear my song and return in kind like mr whorton
that hears a whovian, i hear your tiny whispers of
your heart across the ether your own words alite upon
my heart like a dandelion parachute captured in a
childs hand you stare the blank virgin paper and
wonder what joy lies on the other side....
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