Composition Book.

The right angles
The soft degrees 
Rooted in all I touch
Taunts the imagery 
Paint me
Feel me 
Hear me 
Live by me
A multitude of different strokes 
Touching edges 
Taking notes 
When I was a child I got the beat 
Growth defined 
Word settled 
Letter inked 
Counting on petals 
Leaves stones 
This my path 
No need to find the way back 
Illusion of safety within  
My composition

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