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[POEM] Soliloquy

I don’t feel cold because the poetry is warm,
and transparent as my pen could be…
For being simple, honest, truthful and right,
do I write my poetry.

I don’t contain the power of words
neither do I know the metre,
I am a romantic and I know my heart,
either it’s sweet or it’s bitter.

Some sit in the front and jibber-jabber,
about how big, one day they’re gonne be…
Then I smirk, clear my throat and face down,
and read out my jewellery.

 

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