Style can't be bought
For many it's soughtNot everyone is born this way
"Impossible!" you might sayStyle can't be possessed
It's freedom never at restIt's a rush of flavor
It's a rush of fashion
It's actual, equal reaction, ultimate passionStyle is without measure
It's kind, it's bold, it's young, it's old
It's cool, it's calm, it's dorky, it's charmStyle, never bound
Always sought rarely foundStyle is who you are
Without definition
But perfection in itself

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By The Light
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote myself. I hope all who read can enjoy the few bits of words I attempt to clamber together.