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It's been a while since I've written a poem. Anyway, this poem is about something I was thinking about 5 nights ago as I was in Las Vegas. So I sat there in a room my Aunt has for me in her house and I was thinking about how poems help me be who I am. So as I sat there and thought of this my mind shut off and everything around me stopped. I realized that poetry is something that burns deep inside of me like an eternal flame that can't be put out. Although I still am rusty and not as good. One day I'll be at my peak. One day I'll be at the end of my time happy for I passed on doing what I loved most, in the end, I'll be happy knowing I didn't just pass doing what I love but knowing I will pass to the afterlife married to the one I love deeply. With kids that loved me for time is eternal and never ends like our stories that will be told from generation to generation. I originally posted this poem on MyPoeticSide under the name CuriousSoul but now I am bringing all my poems here
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