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I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my job is to be under
the hunter of clothes.
A shallow job to you
a hallowed job to me
I came to life to sew
to make other grow
into someone we don't know.
I came to life to say
that may
be theatre has a
non-de-
meaning
perhaps teeming
with dreaming.
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Lucy writes for herself because she is a selfish poet, but she sometimes stretches a bit and includes others, too. She is a senior in highschool in Chico, California, has won poetry contests in the local newspaper multiple times, and has had her poetry published in her school's poetry anthology multiple times. She hopes to use her poetry to inspire other selfish poets and keep herself sane.
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