(Written in the poet’s teenage years)
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that word i spoke
has taken root
in the fertile soil
of my companion’s mind
and blossoms, now
in his eyes
it was such a humble tool
like any of material goal
still, it did its work well
now it lies in my dusty mind corners
like an old war helmet
would lie on a veteran’s shelf
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