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I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be one of one
I put on plays with my words
Something to entertain the crowds that have heard
Stories of people who push higher
Like a group of three fighters
Each one of them spoke
But it’s the frog’s vessel that croaks
Or a story of a fox
That only knows nine tales
But the one where a child wails
Is the one that’s spoken a lot
I say things with my style
But I don’t know if it’s fire or not
I do seem to strike people
So lightning and thunder’s my thought
Cuz I write my emotions in a clap and flash
Like a sword creating its gash
One quick motion full of its own dynamics
But it’s entry doesn’t make a sound
My words never miss their mark
There’s always a place they’ll be found

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