Poetry saved me when I was falling fast.
It started with a simple compilation of words holding me in their grasp,
then began to grow into a world that didn't leave me for last,
it became a place that embraced my intricate manipulation,
rearranging 26 letters after moments of contemplation,
my heart beats and my fingers write what is pondering through my mind,
Poetry saved me, I am no longer blind.
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