In echoes of Kerouac's prose I sway,
With truths untold, I wander astray,
A mirror to souls, candid and free,
Revealing what others dare not see.
Through ink and rhyme, I paint the view,
Of passions deep, and dreams anew,
In words unbound, I lay it bare,
The raw essence of love and despair.
For you, my muse, the verses flow,
Unveiling secrets, emotions glow,
In shadows cast, the world I portray,
As Kerouac's spirit guides my way.
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