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Poetry. Is the food that feeds me with words carved from the well of my creativity. Poetry. Is the art I explore. Within its walls I seek beauty, I seek clarity to that which dwells in my mind. Poetry. Is the voice in which I whisper delicacies. In which I scream at the top of my lungs all the frustrations which has befallen me. Poetry. Is an art form. Poetry. Is within me and around me wherever I go. In every tree, every cloud, every whisper, and every tear. Within all that is living and that which is dead. That is where true poetry will be. Poetry. Is within and a part of me.

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