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She inquired

As to how I could write a poem

But not yet give it a title

I told her

God created you

And yet you were born without a name

One comment

  1. Some posts are best left without comments – not because they don’t deserve them, they do, but somehow words would never do them justice. I’ll continue to admire this piece, it’ll become one of my favourites, one I can wander through when I seek refuge from all else that surrounds me.

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