Gifts
Gifts are special things
Many unique one's
Some lucky individuals have
I can look at something
And think of poetry in seconds
People say this is a gift for me
I believe it to be a curse at some times
My words get twisted in my head
From something good to something bad
On and on and on
Never ending madness
It has turned to be
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