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Born to be reticent,
Having no flocks to goof with,
Cribbed to my home,
Daydreaming is my zone.
Sketching out personae,
I am the company of myself.
With my mouth sealed shut,
I roam my world.
I opened my eyes and looked at the world—
My thoughts are different from most.
Why can't I express?
Because I can't communicate with most.
Let the pen be my mouth,
And the words be my thoughts,
Bleeding on my paper.
I am a Poet.
About the Creator
Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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