Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Thrill
The thrill of seeing your name
in the pages of the book
Matches to no other,
My name was--
A stamp on your visa of lonesomeness
A validation of your role in the world.
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