I’m just a Poet

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Everything about me is poetry.

The way i close my eyes when i try to persuade my mind to sleep

My catatonic sleeping posture 

My dreams

My manifestations 

My soul

The scar on my left palm

My strolling through the boulevard 

My dance with little butterflies in the garden


Everything about me is poetry.

My fears

My head on my lover’s thighs

My ambition of having a conversation with the moon

My madness in the middle of searching for purpose

My lost coin in the untamed bush of my mind

My ears buried in music

My dance in the rave 

My hunger

My rumination on a toilet seat

My surrender to a cold shower


Everything about me is poetry.

My mother’s smile

My father’s sigh 

My sister’s heartbreak

My brother’s ploy

My yearning for love

My skeletons in a gigantic wardrobe.

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