Expressing
Poetry dies,
Paint finishes,
Legs get tired,
Voices get stiff,
But our thoughts don’t get rest,
Our hearts don’t run dry.
The human race loves expressing,
But judges others for doing the exact same thing.
Who gets to pick and choose?
Who gets to win or lose?
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