My birthday was in January, and I finished a poem that day. As a relatively recently single person, this particular poem was one I had needed to write. Here it is (I use a nom de plume; not my real name):
The Box
We lived
With the sky painted on the inside
And all the world
In the box.
We didn’t know it was a box.
We were uncomfortable.
There was
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an amazing depth in meaning and beautiful allegory.
I don't know if we should be "friends"
but whatever bubbbles bubbles up.
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I didn't know your blog was an LJ, or I'd have sent you an invite sooner...I'm still learning this universe...
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