Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
Show me something new:
Upset and set askew
Reality for me.
Pervert the expectation;
Reach above your station:
It will set you free.
Shine, and I will too,
Eager to break through.
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