The Poem

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You wrote me a poem ,

But how could you write anything so beautiful.

You are the complete opposite of a poet.

You do not know how to explain life.

But what if I am wrong.

What if you are only playing that you cannot write.

Then later to take off the mask,

And reveal the poet that you are.

But how can I know for sure that these beautiful words are yours?

The only thing that I can do is guess.











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