#113

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    #113
    I search the eyes of people seeking serenity
    I trust their voices when they guide me to promises
    I enjoy peoples company and frienships
    Gracefully I seperate indentities
    Respectfully I fear my choices
    Masterfully I become a tool

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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