Blue,
Black,
Red.
Even green ink has been spilled between these lines.
In statements. Words.
Even paraphrased.
To communicate what the other me thinks of this,
that and the other.
Whether for love or a political purpose with a message of motivation.
I have written.
Rehearsed.
And said somethings that may never be understood but may deserve a second look when I’m dead and gone and covered in dirt…

by MarcusJ
Copyright © La-Mar D Lynch 2011 All Rights Reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without written consent from the author.

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