Poet (n): A marionette or a clown, punked again by some proclamations of love, better off and having never learned a thing.
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Some Highlights:
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Quietly, nimble and soft,
Sun bright and smiling,
You roll away the weight of man's damnation.
Poof, fluff.
You are the cloud and the sky.
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An expanse among the smallness, and a beacon to my torn and tattered heart.
I am but a shard.
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