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Living In Rhymes.

I don't think in music.
I don't think in lines.
I don't think in canvases.

No. I think in rhymes.

I don't speak in eloquence.
I don't speak in prose.
I don't speak in coloured tongue.

No, it's rhyme: I chose.

I don't laugh with use of tongue.
I don't laugh with voice.
I don't laugh with just my mouth.

With rhyme, I made my choice.

I don't think without the rhyme.
I don't sleep in hush.
I can't go about my day,
Without its gentle push.

HeatherAnne

@HeatherAnne

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