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Poem for Your Inner Child
Make sure there’s a river in the painting,
Even if it’s a painting of a room
Make sure there’s a child in the room
Floating on her back, humming,
Gazing at the stars on the ceiling
(Also painted by you)
Look at her! Refusing to get out,
To get dry, to get old, to die
Make sure the child is you.
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Poem by Tatjana Bulovic
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