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The Poet 
By Derek P., Brockton, MA
In love.
A heart of ice.
Finds the heat of passion.
Burning,
melting.
From the body
his heart melts.
Descending drips drop
like a waterfall.
The paper catches the drops.
It absorbs every last tear.
The paper is drenched.
The poem is made.










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