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Younger me loved all words
The feeling of paper frequently occurred
And I just felt like poetry protected me
From all the hurt when the world regretted me
Years later with more to my name
when the words dried up and followed disdain
The one thing that was my world
no longer entwined, hopelessly submerged
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