Poetry For Everyday People
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It isn't
when I walk
the streets
it's when
I'm alone
with the mirror
it isn't
motivating
those who need it
but
the chance
to inspire
the unspoken
is silent poetry
within our instincts
dancing magic
between
the wrinkles
the cracks
the memories
the air
between us
and the blow
that comes
out of nowhere.
when I walk
the streets
it's when
I'm alone
with the mirror
it isn't
motivating
those who need it
but
the chance
to inspire
the unspoken
is silent poetry
within our instincts
dancing magic
between
the wrinkles
the cracks
the memories
the air
between us
and the blow
that comes
out of nowhere.
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