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To My Poem Thought a lot of times that I’ll reject this reckless habit of writing poems – like they think about smoking, which swirls up and down and gush forth to fail to glow a flame. but too many words and bound information, insane beauty and stumbled practicality, shattered raining and orgasmic leaves, wise oak tree and soothing steamy rice, sweet water and grayish hope, pointy existence and blue-breezy 'she' – fetch me back to you – poetry; come on poetry - don’t you see that I am utterly undue to you; so tell them to give me serenity and I’ll make you free from me.

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