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Poetry attracts,
Does not disguise
Feelings that lie,
Way Within.
We known not
When or where
It starts,
These trembling darts
Of loving win,
Nor how they can
Describe so well
So many secret ties
Attached, hidden
Way within,
Nor how it can.
This epic stand
Extend a love
That never dies
But must illuminate
The skies,
With a force,
That only Poetry
Can play and win
From way within.

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