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Dear Next Page

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This isn’t a diary

Dear Poem

Or what have you

Diaries are for

Confessions

Apologies in the old-fashioned way

As in explanations

Defensive explanations

And wishes

Wishes maybe

For the world to change

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I keep a journal,

Which in the definitive way

Is dull

Why do I think the way I do? is

Taken on

And why is there breath

Or anything

But here’s the thing,

There I often write about

The way I feel

Not asking why I feel this way,

Simply saying

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Maybe it is a diary, after all,

In the tradition of

A lock and key

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I have a password

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C L Couch

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