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He told me that poetry
was free,
That there were
no price to pay.
Oh,
If he'd known
how he'd lied to me.
Because
the highest price you'll ever pay
is the one poetry craves
The price that you are
forced to pay
is to show your
Soul
and your
Heart
for the whole world to see,
to judge.
was free,
That there were
no price to pay.
Oh,
If he'd known
how he'd lied to me.
Because
the highest price you'll ever pay
is the one poetry craves
The price that you are
forced to pay
is to show your
Soul
and your
Heart
for the whole world to see,
to judge.
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Another in-the-middle-of-the-night poem.
Meh.
Meh.
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