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I Was a Poet
Ink stains have become our blood stains
When the pen becomes more violent than machine gun fire
I was a poet
I goosestep language to do what my heart says
To emancipate emotions I didn't know I had
I was a poet
But now, I've evolved beyond it
Theraputic wordsmith, I reconcile your realities
Literary blacksmith, my words are no longer figments for you to ponder
I was a poet
I could write a verse to take the sun away
Leave you in an abyss to slowly decay
I was a poet
Able to pen a love so rare, you'd think it was only yours
I can reinvent your fairy tales or I can douse them in kerosene
I was a poet...once
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