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Poetry waits for no one
It bleeds out until your mind goes numb
It's the decadence of your own decay
And sometimes forgotten if not written down straight away

Poetry rises and poetry fades
Like the day and night as it slips away
And today you asked me why i always carry a pen
I could not simply tell you that my mind makes a large demand

I am not a simple girl
I have emotions
That pass by as a whirl

I just want to be loved
As I am here
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