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As humans, our imagination flies beyond our feet Like magpies, who rise in their splendorous iridescence And show us all the colours of the rainbow;  
I've got a poet’s hand but a severed tongue The best of us have started young But years come and go like faces in a city
within my eyes, holding all of us together upon a fragile precipice it looks like this, 57 words so i used a brown crayon to write your name 57 ways that did not look at all like
When it comes to showing feelingsI hide the truth in what I say,Work for the truth if you dareFor I keep my feelings hidden away.
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