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As long as my heart
begins to speak,
so long as my mind
starts offevolved

There's a
language inside
that bubbles,
bursts in fire,
- yeah, my burning desire.

My soul floats
in the sea of clouds
that my eyes
distends to check
thousand of words
racing up in my pen
to write on my sheet.
Which area you consider a comfort zone to write poetry better?

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