I am poetry
Poetry is my life
And ink runs through these veins
Creating constant chaos as consonants collide with
Vowels vowing to create a poem
Promising my powerful voice
Prose to keep people entranced
Enticing wordplay titillates my taste buds
Like the first bite of fresh fruit
And though living through poetry is hard
The ink always delivers
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