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On Contemplation
I tried to understand you
In order to understand myself
The prayer being the 'mirror'
For my contemplation
I excavated my 'idea of you'
Shaped always by my own carefully honed thoughts
My perfect ideology was never found
Neither satisfied or filled with discontent
I found myself a perfect shell
Whose 'echo' was devoid of argument
yvette m smith feb 09
poem
by
Yvette Smith
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