I make words meets
Like two attractive lovers
Deprived of what brought
Them together under covers
My mind brings potency
My heart brings the passion
To this poetry
When i write my creativity
Takes flight
My words light
The darkest night
I am insight
A little cocky
Its because
i now know
Who i am
It took all night
Still i found
Out what i am
Speaking my mind
painting the land
With talor made scriptures
My words pave the road
To the perfect picture
i am the epitome
Of the culture
And im still writing
like im starving
I am a poetry vulture
Circling for a openning
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