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EntangledEntangled in each other's scripts, performing true to life, uncertain of the chapter's direction, yet heading there anyway! Living, real characters, reacting, responding, and influencing, the books direction. I'm unsure of how you would like me to move, speak, cry, smile and think! I stand silenly waiting for direction, there is nothing, so I do what I think is right. You sit, with pen in hand, and simply record what I do. You tell me, that is the script. We step in and out of each other's pages, as we both attempt perfection. As we scribble away, our individual books capture glimpes of each other, adding a beautiful depth! Joy Weare. 31st October, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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