When I think about that time in my life
it really does feel like a theft
a getaway that came too easily
But the easy getaway followed a close call
that in the long run was a blessing
but at the time felt like a hit and run
I didn't scrawl my poetry on scraps of paper
and burn them in candle flame or hide them a book
but when it flickered across the screen
it was like looking in a mirror
I had discovered myself
while still having so much left to seek
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
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