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Late night fantasy

From my heart,
I let loose
My bottled up grief
For a revival on the deceased;
My pals and folks.
After the event of the night,
To myself,
I promised;
Not to fantasize
But my art is a cheer to my soul,
So I must fantasize,
And revive our lost memory.
Precisely,
The event of the night.

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I am ken by name and I have always lived beside my pen, when I look in my mirror, he stares right back at me, in my sleep i dream of him, in my environment only i see him. He is everywhere i go, then i realized that he is part of me. For a while now we have passed on messages to the world through poetry. I wouldn't want to swap for another instrument because my pen is my friend.

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