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What my emotions are towards art.

They speak to me
In silent terms

This one regrets,
This one confirms

They steal my soul to distant lands
To make new friends or contrabands

To be myself, no matter what
To ask for help when in a rut

To live my life, my way, my rules,
And do the things of which I choose.

They take me up on gilded wings
To castles made of fragile things

To the darkest corner of my mind
And show me what I am inside.