I am no blank page,
but a constant stream of lyrics to my God.
Filled to the outer edges
Until I must borrow your page
Do you like what you read?
Does it enter your heart?
Or do you tear it out in disregard?
I won't be offended, you take what you choose.
For my page is me, and your page is you.
I would be so plain if I kept to myself.
I am no blank page, but a collage of me mixed
with everyone else.
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