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So I Was Told The Other Day ... That ... CERTAIN Things I Had To Say ... REALLY Were NOT ... " NECESSARY " ... !!!!!
I crave it everyday I do not "want" I need The feel, the touch, the way it makes me feel It brings me calmness and a sense of security I am lost without it; it defines me as a person
I could sit here and talk about How all I need is an amount Of money to make my life worth living. But in the webs of subtle things That this world of bustling
Poetry is my oxygen. It is the sweet sugar that enters my lungs when those cold and lonely nights threaten to scratch at my already bleeding wounds, Like nobody is watching. Poetry is my savior.
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