Wipe Me Out
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If you have read
my poems and feel
hackneyed, stale.
wipe out me
from your page,
wipe them out
from your dale.
A heart can't
see pain of another
heart, if not
set on each.
How can I preach
you to bear the pain,
how can I teach?
I'm also a river
flowing with stones
and moss always.
But I flow sea-ward
without caring
the unwanted pain.
Be a river
and stay in
running stage,
wipe me out
if once me
and my poem hurt
you, wipe us
from your page.
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