An Escape

Imitation

I wrote those so coolly,

Professors called me a fooly.

I tried hard, every time a new start, 

People around me continue to crumble apart

I write those clichés from the heart.

I want to stand together with my art,

I make my stairs to climb,

Some praise from novices, a deep well to go, but worth my dime,

You were my Bright chalice's alight,

I hold you anew,

Carving new love, my will debut.

This a process,

using my voice, our thoughts align. 

As if imitation, 

Not a lie, I understood.

So long, so well, in this room, I lie,

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