New poem: Small World Theory
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because my friends always scream about taking life by the reins
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and nothing really happened on my birthday anyways
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I’ve finally learned how to draw
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I've finally learned how to draw
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with the statue in front of the window, greeting guests
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who knock on my door, memories in hand
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from long ago, seeking immortality in portrait
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the paper shakes my soul with sanity
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but to others, I seem insane
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how dare I call myself “artist” and live
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how dare I call myself "artist" and live
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without the empty stomach to qualify my name
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***
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