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What is a poet?
A writer of dreams?
A speaker of lies?
A heart of many feelings
Pouring out onto paper?
It’s all of these things
A poet tells it all
Show this world
In its most pure form
In its most beautiful form
But in showing it all
Showing its flaws is inevitable
Its blistering skin
The raging lice tearing through its scalp
Its dark and eldritch sights for all a eye to see
Poets see it all
And tell more than their eyes could see
A poet hears it all
And yells out louder than any cry
Piercing the most stone faced ears.
In the end, people already knew it all
They saw and heard everything a poet does
The only thing that makes the poet different
Is how they show the world
In their own special lenses
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