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Metaphor Contraptions
And the greatest poems were made
By hearts so tired and blue
To catch a name
From smiles so bright and true
Words from hollowed pieces
Are weaved to fit in
To create bridges
Between the heart and death's curtain
Emotions penned deeply
On parchments and skin
Veering away finally
From minds struck with pins
Someday these words may
Turn into eternal hymns
That though peril come its way
It'll grant us dreams
t.h.
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Thalia Huevos
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