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My poems tend to start this way: a random phrase, like "I am worth a winter's drive," then explanation. Here's an example.

I am worth a winter's drive.
I can grab your hand and
make you forget the cold
and the dark
with a smile,
a tug, a kiss.

It makes me afraid that
it is that easy to do.
Or maybe it is not.
Maybe you can see
my doubt,
my hanging back
and observing,
my lover faraway,
my longings for people
who don't at all look like
you
(though your hair color is great
and you are kind, I don't burn at all).

Maybe you see it.
Maybe you've already
decided I was worth the
drive, worth the time,
for what I can give.

However,
you deserve the truth
in case you are not sure
if it is worth it.

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So I cut down my friends list from communities because I wanted a shorter friendsfriends list. Weird huh? I am getting oddly addicted to finding out the world of all those other people my friends know. Cool.