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Mar 2021
Man of numbers and data
Stuck at zero, wants to be one

I can't paint, I can't build

So I thought

Art is not for me

I calculated away
Trying to find a way
until I realized

Words can speak
the feelings of my weak

I was free.

The tinman found his heart
Through poetry
I never thought art could become part of me, until I realized writing stories was so close to poetry.
Johnny
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Johnny
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