My Blood Pulsates

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My blood pulsates.
I feel grief upon my heart.
A masterpiece in the making.
Words forming art.
I am an addict,
I am called.
The more my fingers dance with the pen,
the more I am surprised by self-discovery.
I am an artist.
The world is my subject.
Changing the world is a unique sport.
I call it love, with just a touch of obsession.





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