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Connect me across distance with what I am missing, 
Purpose driven, and direction given,
Enclosed is myself, and no one else,
However snail mail never fails the tales from jails,
Eyes never satisfy the heart,
Through my words I was felt which made her heart melt,
Hear with your heart where she is coming from,
Lift me up high into the clouds so that I can shout loud from On high,
Are you tearing me down beneath the ground from which I was found? 

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Kenneth Moore

Kenneth Moore writes the following about himself: I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, to Kathy Robinson and Kenneth Moore, senior. I am African-American and the youngest of three boys. I’ll go to my youthful offender parole hearing in 2027. I am pleased to announce a new book by Kenneth Moore, which you can read or download for free at I had one of my poems published in a book entitled “Silent Screams: Poems from Uncharted Territory,” copyright by Dr. Unique Shaw-Smith.