Poetry mystique
Poetry is the unwritten super power.
The words wrap around my bitter memories and tickle a laughter out.
It cloaks my emotions with gentle words so much so that i get lost in the hour.
With a snap of the finger the portal into my own existence opens.
The unknown kindness of this gentle art is beyond mystical.
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