Dreaming
Writing is easy
let thoughts flow through your fingers
watch as they take form
I wrote because I had to
because I was told
and becuase I needed to
To me words were powerful
they could set me free
but still hold me together
Now life is a dream
words are the colors
and poetry is how I see
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