I put things here to make them real
Just like I send late night messages
A thought isn’t real
And of those I have many
A thought can be changed
And it’s origins traced
But only by you
And you
Cannot be trusted
But a spoken word
A message sent
A poem posted
Once seen
Heard or
Perceived
Can never be erased
Or altered
It may only
Evolve
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