I'm just a tool, this is just work,

I don’t control emotions,

I don’t control thoughts,

The energy, it simply flows,

I follow the rhythm, dance to the beat,

Life hurts, but that could be,

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For everybody, this poetry,

It fills a hole, and makes connections,

It goes deep, and it comes from the heavens,

I'm just the pen, a mercenary, a trained swordsman,

I write, as the hand wills, and,

The night sky watches over me,

I used to feel it so freely,

But there was so much power,

It just kept going,

What I should have learned earlier,

Is that it would limit my freedom,

Break up the words, assign pieces,

Shake and stir, such is art, magic, love and emotions,

The power of words,

How did it happen,

Looking back,

It was all a blur,

The flower,

Simply unfurled,

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