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i figure somewhere my thoughts were beneath the feet
of a hamster or guinea pig fresh in his cage
until the cool of the winter brought on the heat
that once crisp lining soon yellowed with age
i also imagine you reading my thoughts
like others did in my younger years
while i sat at my desk in arrears
knowing that they had this access to me
yet their faces i would never see
as long as they kept them concealed
while i chose always to be revealed
and pounded out poems prose and papers
in a process that seldom tapers
hoping that someday they'd come to see
these words are just clothes that surround me
gift-wrap for the true man inside
i'm wishing someone will come and find
