This is what has found me.
I thought it would never find me again.
Even if so I didn't know when.
It's so very strange unlike before.
For I remember the past and how it tore.
Yet now this time it's different, perhaps something new.
I've heard how it tends only to find a few.
Could it be?
That this has found me?
No; for I have come knocking at it's door.
I thought it found me the time before.
But one must look for such treasure.
Such treasure...as love.
This is what I have found.
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Whenever I have an idea for a line or theme that can be used for a poem I write it down in a notebook. The poems found here are organized bodies that have been pieced together using those fragments. Most of the writing I do is created from smaller ideas that seem to fit together.
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