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Oct 2021
The paper is my silver shield
The pen in hand my sword
Behold the truth that ink will yield
with strike of every word

and each emotion in me rhymes
with each my heart will sever
A poet dies a thousand times
A poem lives forever
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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