From the pen of my soul this I write,
From the endless pits of my might,
Stroked by the pinpricks of my being,
Spent every dime and every shilling,
Just a string of words to others,
Only a poem, why bother?
But to me it is a hymn,
A gentle song,
A perfect rhythm,
This is a piece of myself,
Do not just burrow it in the shelf,
Put importance to emotion,
And maybe one day you'll realize this holds deep adoration.

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