Edgar Allen Poe
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Poetry... One word.
One word that holds so many feelings.
One word that has saved me in so many ways.
One word that has become my source of air.
My source of safety.
My source of life.
Like a bird swooping in
A pen in my hand gave me all the power to soar
No need to be afraid of the world because the Raven always wins
With a pen and a paper all my ideas would come to life and soar
A wizard climbed in through a tunnel
He broke with with quite a struggle
I knew he was a wizard because I’m a muggle
“Well hi” I said in a tone quite sarcastic
