POEM: Living in My Mined

This poem is about sorting out what is mine and not mine…

Living in My Mined

I searched the whirled
It was what
It was all a bout
And soully after
A sweeping
Inspection
And awe-embracing travails
Did I
Whys up
What was mine
To mine

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