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what a poet is made of

What a poet is made of are wilted petals, the last candle in the dark. We light the page up with words that hide wonder for our readers to discover. We keep our feelings locked away inside a cage and let them out for fresh air when it hits the page, we are not always well spoken but we all try to do the same thing and grab the attention of those who can relate to what we are writing..no one truly knows what we like others are made of, it just adds to the mystery