she read me poetry
as i drove
down the crowded highway
the words were mine
but the meaning
shifted
as i heard them
from another mouth
they became disassociated
with
my tangled self perception
became
something different
i could finally
see in a new light
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I remember your response when I read one of your poems and sent it to you…. seemed similar. I remember you were like, I don’t remember writing that. But it was a beautiful poem.
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That’s it exactly. I remembered that time as well. It just takes knowing it affected another to change the meanings.
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Powerful piece!
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100% true as well. Thank you.
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For some reason when I read this ‘faith comes from hearing…’ was my first response. Weird!
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It might not be so weird after all
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