My Creation
My words are my creation
Many come and go
Yet my words remain the same
They are what I see
They become what I want to be
My words hold what is true
Telling my eyes what my brain thinks through
A bundle of my own
But available for loan
My words last forever, even though created today
My words are my creation
And that can never be taken away
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