Poetry is the language of the soul
Unbridled emotions
Raw passion
Poetry is life
Without bonds
Without borders
Without concern for the judgement of others
Poetry is
Raw
True
Unyielding
It can build a person up
Or
Tear that person to shreds
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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