poetry
poetry is the pretentious way
in which i finally get to say
the things i keep to myself
the secrets hidden on my shelf
behind rhymes i try to hide
keep everything bottle up inside
the way i love, the way i fall
the way i try to forget it all
and I, simply put,
love it to a fault
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