Absorb the words.
Breath in THEIR meaning
Breath out YOUR meaning
SMOTHER yourself in them
Let them free in your mind
Embrace each one,
Try it on for size
Allow them to
ENTWINE together
Into single strands of beauty,
Woven together to create
A masterpiece of many elements:
POETRY
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