I keep my mouth shut
But i make sure
that my words will stung
Once it started
to flee from my mouth.Hatred,
I am filled with resentment.
I have blades in my tounge and
My bitter sweet
poetry conseal my wrath.I'll tell you a secret,
Poetry is my bastille
and I am a prisoner
but then,
an erstwhile escapee.Uhtceare; fifteen
Fountain of words
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The art of Poesy
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