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Jan 2015
poet is only a poet when they can speak words as if they were a depthless well filled with meanings, heartbreaks, hope

singer is only a singer when their voices drip with honey, pain, and soul

dancer is only a dancer when their toe meets their palm and their body paints itself to the song

me; then, what am I?
Hard to find
Easy to Forget
Blended in obscurity
Anna
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   --- and Tiberias Paulk
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