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Poetry is...
Words that slip silently from
my pen poised precariously above clean white paper
now etched with carefully crafted
emotions sitting neatly, row by row.
my pen poised precariously above clean white paper
now etched with carefully crafted
emotions sitting neatly, row by row.
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