I am a fragment of a verse
A prose that is absurd,
I am a sentence in a book
That is easy to overlook,
Yet I paraphrase history
I am an echo in a soliloquy,
I am a note that creates a symphony
That beat that brings out the harmonies
I am whatever I choose to be
Maybe I am a eulogy
Or a part of a dream like fantasy
I can be the words that bleed
The emotions in a sad love song
Or the ink that drips out a tender heartbroken poem
I can be whatever I choose to be.
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