Inner Dialogue
My inner dialogue speaks to me.
Like music, it inspires my creativity.
One hundred words swirling in my mind.
It makes me dizzy, as I try to unwind.
Will my name go down in history?
Along with Frost, Poe & Shelley?
They are my masters of the verse.
Prose is my passion & pain is my curse.
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