I am a poet, no more, no less. Nothing about me will I reveal. Good luck, god bless
Shutting it all out it.
I don't want to hear any of this.
Facing the absence of truth.
Living in a world with no conscience.
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In your heart and mind you hear those rhymes.
But what if it isn't the way you think it sounds, the beats of words by the drops of a mouth.
The greatest stories told are the only ones that can be heard by the ears.
One interpretation, one revelation, one soul not twenty.
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There was this great tree sitting in front of me.
I know nothing of how it got so large.
All I know is of the light it hides and bends.
I sit here looking at it thinking nothing else could be so pretty.
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Oh my god there you are.
I would recognize those words anywhere.
There are so unnerving.
You lied, and now you come back to add salt to the flesh.
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