Penned Power
Held breathe gripped over time
Exposure to a heated rhyme
The right to write and etch a line
Flows from my pen and leaps in time
The way to see what’s ill and not
Not from the sickness or the rot
The gift to see what’s in the mind
Lives in the pen that writes the rhyme
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