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The perfect verse


The perfect verse… that rarely flows,
Words that bump and grind.
A feeling that I want to share…
Sometimes… so hard to find.
Words that I string along,
Trying to find the key.
A way that I can tell the world…
Look, this is me.
But what I am is rarely clear,
Words come and go.
I am what I seem to be…
What this is… I don't know.
I can only be what I choose to be,
I can never choose what you see.
And that perfect verse that rarely flows…
Will be my legacy.




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