gladiator
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It took me too long to realize,
too late in my life to learn
why my heart is so fickle,
why my heart is so rash,
so melancholy
or boisterous,
so timid yet unapologetically loud.
I wrote a hundred poems
About you, for you, to you,
But you never realized
Did you?
Those words were not just words
They were physical pieces
Of a priceless heart
A paper and ink home
