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A Poem

Words that come from empty souls,
Monsters that get freed to roam from mind to mind,
Foot paths that lead nowhere, roads that are not on the road maps
Crazy thoughts that would make people judge you and also love

To be a poet is to be a fool writing, moving, creating and killing inspiration at the burn of ever daylight

To become one with poetry is tripping and falling for ladies of the night,
Dreaming of marriage on the basis of one night stand.
Becoming a poet is saving memories and recording details of the date than actually being on the date

From the very first night you get to know her,
And sleep with her and hold you will want her to be your wife
You will be her knight in shining armour
The arsenal to her gun,
Her soldier.

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