Some call it a home, where the heart resides.
A temporary shelter, for the test of life.
We are energy, shared in time.
A simple complexity of a wonderful mind.
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Poetry has a tendency to do many things.
Creating emotion from nothing it seems.
Beginning from a thought, like a seed to a tree.
Every word is a branch on a growing spree.
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It's like a magic carpet ride on a Saturday night.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here by your side.
Your gentle touch and quivering lips.
Hoping as much, waiting for that kiss.
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I wish I never met you.
Cuz now I can't forget you.
But are you,
thinking about me,
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Take a step back,
find your place
Poverty has probably never made you save face
No food on the table
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Yo, guys!
Check out my rhyme!
This next line's gonna,
blow your minds!
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Hey Jake,
You haven't written anything really great for a while.
What are you hiding from behind your cheesy smile?
Is everything ok?
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Sometimes I feel.
My life is a dream.
Neatly concealed.
In folds of reality.
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This silence is eerie.
When I close my eyes I can feel you.
But you're not even near me.
When you close yours,
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