poets

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words run through my head

emotions sit in my soul

waiting blind to this world unknown

not noticed in the eyes of the commen

they see only shades of grey

the colors the thoughs

the ones i speek of can only be seen

by the eyes of a seeker and the ones up above

a person like me

with words in there head

reading each heart and writeing each soul

in some sort of art

these artist i speak of

with words in thier mind

are poets it is simply said

through the words of time





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