read between the lines
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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.
