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Monday, May 15, 2017

Would You?

Would You?
If I were a millionaire
Would you run your fingers
Through my hair?

If I were a mayflower
Would you keep me within
Your bosom every Winter hour?

If I grew facial hair,
Would you hold me longingly
To canoodle me there?

If​ I were a bird with a fractured claw
Would you tend to me
Like an unwritten law?

If I were at bedtime soft music
Would you not furrow your brow
In performing your antic?

If I were a Strauss' aria
Would you sing me
In the shower with euphoria?

The catharsis, in journaling, lies in being completely honest, and vulnerable with yourself, at least upon reflection with your aloneness, not in keeping data for self-analysis.

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