Long live the words of a poet


I'm breathing my words in,

my pen is letting them out.

Everything I can't say it sinks in,

this is what my lifes about,

this is what I live fo; to write the words I can not say the words many cannot say,

I write it for them and we sigh with relief that our words are off our chest,

and burned into this pad,

that maybe someone out there will be listening, will be reading, and breathing every word in with us because

even someday when were gone, our words will live in


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