A poem


If I wrote a poem;
A poem about anything
Would it say something?
About me or my thoughts?
Would it be a thing,
Where people would read it
And think,
I know.
I know what she thinks.
I think she knows
What she means.
I know what you mean,
I think.

-Diana McNeill, 2015

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