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_Heart Made of Graphite_
24.October.08
The hymn of a Musician
Go on stage and perform your song.
How I long to be that meager poet,
Calmly writing what I see/hear/feel.
Here, here, here, here.
That's where poetry is.
I was told I'm real,
Witty,
I never saw myself as such.
I've been brushed with reality
Too many times.
I've danced with the flames of hell,
Sung with the angels of heaven.
But, what is my purpose?
My calling?
The hymn of a Musician,
Strumming chords, tapping keys, straining voice.
How I'd rather be that meager poet,
Calmly writing, putting my soul onto paper.















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