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I think
The two millions times
I’ve thought
On genetics, is such.
I think
What goes comes again.
I’ve thought,
On genetics much.
I think
I don’t know where I am,
Lost thoughts,
Genetically bound.
I thought,
I knew what I meant,
Last thoughts,
And I do.
Why have you left me,
My muse? Last thoughts,
I must compromise
Mine wrought.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/18/13
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