POETRY

my shout from the top of a cliff.my drug,my smoke,my everyday drink
An artist,my pen,the paintbrush,..my notepad,the canvas
Its the field,i meet my alter twin
A heart to heart chat with the other me
Stripping my feelings with much ease
Perfecting my DA vinci piece
Its where the dream meats the real
Poetic scripts become reality films
Poetry notepads dry teary cheeks
Heartfelt wordplay that compels smileys
This is home to this wandering heart

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