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I am a poet
and i don't cry.
Shallow thoughts won't impress me;
I won't deny.
I am the wind that blows in a deserted land.
Incomprehensible--hardly anyone could understand.
I am a poet
and i bleed on paper
I am a poet,
and a poet writes forever.

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