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Birth of Originality
Satin-like – her wing
Breaks out of her mother.
She begins to drink the sunlight
Like a bottle.
A bottle of the mind.
But Destiny had jumped –
Died by way of his son –
The sensual evening before.
Before the birth.
The birth of Originality.
Destiny now stares through
Nothing in the
Silver soothing grave.
But in such a mind
Originality
May let her feminine growth be witnessed.
Witnessed like a marriage
Or not witnessed like an almost marriage.
With Imagination's shiny eye
Or story-showing mirror.
An eye
to camera-record the truth.
A mirror
To decorate it with Creativity's nurturing touch.
poem
by
Amy Marie
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