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The rising of the waves in this sea
Are like the beating of hearts in degree
As you lie here beside me
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
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