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You Are . . .An Opener: Opening every chamber long been closed; You fit every key to unlock the way. A Sweeper: Noting all clutters down the core of being; You lay every piece appropriately in place. A Basketball player: I bounce from every move vulnerable to topple; You guard to protect me from inevitable fall. A Mentor: Ignorance and gullibility I possess sans of guidance; Your patience and understanding bestow awareness on things I wonder. A Pulley: Down in the darkened pit adamant to solitude I sit; You cast down a link of brace Pulling me up from disgrace. A Dictionary: Unknown to me the self within doing as I please for nothing; You pronounced words so strange giving my life every meaning. A Man: I never had to call my own All I met are players of emotion; You promised nothing to reckon But you are crystal clear by action. The Love of My Life: My breathe My lifeline Beat of my heart My happiness. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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