Poetry Healed Me

Poetry healed me When I was dying Braced in the oceans When I was dying Poetry healed me When I gasped for air Lost in the barren fields When I gasped for air Poetry healed me In cities where men lied Folded dreams and illusions In cities where men lied Poetry healed me In seas where all competed For a love that was sour and salted In seas where all competed Poetry found me first Initiated me in it's team In games that tricked me It found me as an intern

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