Guess what I am

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When we write it's like our soul is an open room
like spring water everything is clear
our words can turn you upside down and tear a whole in your very understanding
i can give you images with the sound of one syllable and leave you in a daze
when we open our mouths you stop and stair waiting to be ooo'd and ahh'd when a poet speaks its like honey sweet and sublime and sometimes even hard to swallow
our personalities may differ but but when it come to the pen we are serene





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