Poor poet named Ashley

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Pen on paper
Words explode
From thoughts in my mind
The feelings I hide
Writing
My solace
Found new love
After heartbreak

This is more than a hobby
It is a comfort
My hand embraces the pen
Which then caresses the paper
My soul pours out
My mind relaxes
All is at ease
When I write

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