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Where did you sail
            Inland and
all of a sudden
  out of my dreams
?
Art
A writer inks down
the storm of emotion he carries
He disguises his pain
In those beautiful words
weaved to form legendary sentences.

And people think its Art!
To all the beautiful writers out there
It smells like
French toast
During the Renaissance

The taste of which
Leaves me starving
For perspective and humanity
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