To write, to read about it, to criticize it, to tell someone about it. To dream, to think about it,  to say it out loud. To wonder if I could write all that I think about. If I could please  with ease. Words and rhymes that capture you  like a infectious diseases,
Once a sleeping poet, mother was butterfly, met her own demise, now its my turn to fly! -Malakai G. (2016)

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