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I am an exquisite soul,
child of sheltered creative spirits
In my veins run the colorful blood flowing with rhythm
The air I breathe feels like drips of rain
in alternating rhyme scheme
Stop me from spilling my ink
and I will still bleed with words
upon the sheets of my secluded book

I am a strange hand of nature
creating rainbow in its playground
It is not my duty to paint the sky with hues,
but what I do creates strength of my palm
I bleed with words
I breathe love, hope and faith
You can stop me from breathing my thoughts
by taking out my heart

For I am an exquisite soul
who always bleed with words
upon the sheets of my secluded book.

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