Poetry it's a word we throw it
we hold it
clone it
copy and past it
it's not to be alone it's
in a category of restraints complaints
memories it remains
captures emotion
released into the atmosphere
a worlds harmonized notion
like a relentless potion
withdrawn from spells that has been broken
with fears of choking
performances
that we are not to be judge taking notice
collecting confidents
when words are spoken
Poetry
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