12.11.2006 - 2:40 p.m.

When it sings,
when it writhes,
when the right edges come to a pleasing aesthetic,
when the original finish has worn off and been replaced,
when it's at least two years old,
when you are halfway sure that it's been stolen, somehow, or at least in some part,
that's when a poem is finished.

-stonebridge

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