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XX.
ENCOUNTER

I learned to write,
when I saw the night meeting the morning

I continued writing,
when I saw the sea meeting the sky

I wrote again,
when I looked up the sun resting underneath the moon.

I always write,
about two things that meet.

but when this poet met a walking poem
who seems to born from the hands of Shakespeare.

He started loving writing,
and say, "I will make you my novel."


-darrylrxx

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