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Poetry

I took a pen and some papers

And moved my hand to start writing

Words that I could never express

When I am merely speaking

Words evolved into sentences

And sentences to paragraphs

Feelings buried deep within me

Are now flowing out with no intention to stop

Thoughts I always had

But never had the chance to speak it

Now expressing themselvesIn the form I know how to; poetry









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