I Write To Tell: Written in the dark.
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Some poets desire to express a personal experience or emotion, while others wish to provide a social remark on the world around them. Others, on the other hand, desire to find beauty every day and share it with others. Poetry, for whatever reason, is a powerful form of expression that can bring insight into the human condition.
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