pretty_poetry
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Last published Tue, Mar 14, 2023
I'm kind of obscured by letters and growing stanzas
I combine original figures of speech with a brilliant rhyme scheme
I'm woken at night when zapped by inspiration to write
a daydreamer whose ideas has to be saved onto paper before it takes flight.
𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮?
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•𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘
ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ•
»𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾.
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