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My heart is a poet lost in whimsies.
It bleeds emotions for words in poesies.
Raw and vulnerable fierce and unbridled.
Each emotion a dewdrop my heart cuddled.
Words trace the vellum with love.
Like the Luna treads the sky above.
The world seems less obscure.
The greys shifting as light appears.
When my ink runs dry my ribs will sing.
For inside my heart the verses ring.
A lingering liason till my breath clings,
Like incantations giving my soul wings.
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