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Thinking Outside That Box

They said that if I continued to show my mind's growth|

The expansion would exceed the interior into the exterior|

And expose to everyone outside my mind|

The thoughts and voices once excluded from the outside|

Secluded inside|

The noises once trapped in a maze|

The display of the visuals carried those outside to awe and amaze|


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  1. love it :)

    you are amazing in the way you set your words free.I like the pic it fits so well with what you wrote...

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  2. Thanks alex. I feel that writing exactly as the words come and are coming is the best way. The poem always turns out much better if you don't try to think and just let your thoughts run free without boundaries :)

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