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As I sit within the walls of darkness within, 

poetry pours onto my page, 

words ive spoken, places ive been, 

offering relief from my cage, 

 

As she sits with her hands over her ears, 

she reads the poetry that touches her heart, 

they ask her how shes gotten through the past few years,

the power of language kept her from falling apart, 

 

as each moment consumes us in different ways,

this universal connection ties together our days, 

a constant, simply never-ending phase,

our realitys temporary, yet poetry stays.

 

 

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