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    Writing

    It just comes to me,
    carried lightly on the wind,
    brought past me,
    swiftly, quickly,
    i must snatch it,
    nestling in my mind once i've reeled it in,

    Teeming with life,
    containing shrouded meanings and real light,
    striving to break out,
    to get it out before i burst,
    written down,
    and forever remembered.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    Lizziewriter27’s Poems (59)

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