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A Nove Otto Poem Style |
I awake early to compose What thing charges me to write, God knows Why so soon, creativity? A spark of enlightment awaits Soft words rain that heaven creates Words formed with such validity Be true to its heart beat, tap, tap It knows of lies told, this heart's map Watch the heart's sensitivity! dropnote ▶︎ |
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