You Can Call It Poetry?

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—Gods Of The West Sea—
Covered in sweat of tears from mortals, I shall take your fears and swallow your doubts to end your self sufferings. I am not your Fairy Godmother nor an enchantress. I only serve the balance of life. I'm here so you feel not alone. You ask my help gracefully and my magic is on your way.

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