I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I could lye with them to achieve absolvement,
I may lie with them to remember light in long trails of history,
poetry became...
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