Content of: Poetic License
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05/21/23 at 08:05AM
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Poetic license,
isn't that the thing,
when one can write,
while voices sing?
Sing the praises,
sing with glee,
sing with fear,
sing to be.
Someone new,
who you will trust,
for my love,
is turning to dust.
Yet, when I sit,
with little to do,
my thoughts turn
right back to you.
