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| David Chapman-artist |
Daughter, Mother, Wife,
Sister, Friend—a collection
of masks worn daily
renews me like Dawn’s fresh breath
Inhale, Exhale—ahhhh words on the tip of my tongue
sharp as a razor
We dream together
our interwoven fibers clothe and protect us
Just Fate and Chaos dancing
Among Night’s shadows Silently sublimating
self—piling regrets
Into crystal drops of Truth—
I write, write, write, write
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