Poem- Coming into focus

Coming into focus

My image appears

Caught in your cross hairs

Your deepest desire

Now seems so clear

Finger rubs the trigger

But you just stare

Savoring the sensation

Like the last glass of wine

As I remain unaware

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Poem- A blank Page

A blank page

Lays before me

Ready to be conforming

To my every thought

Whimsical idea or story

Getting lost between

The lines

Ideas running rampant

Can’t control the flow

My mind turns on and off

Like a faucet

Except I don’t turn the knob

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