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June 11, 2004
Potential
A piece of paper
A slice of nothing
Wood, pulped and bleached
Thinner than a millimeter
Wider than all of history
Longer than the breath you take
Ink slices the white
Laying down the path
The story begins
The paper holds it all
Every possibility
Every feeling
You ask me
What I see in you
Why I love you so
You are my paper
I am your ink
The potential is great
Posted by Samer at June 11, 2004 10:59 AM
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