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A previous user commented on May 26, 2019 at 10:28pm
were I as gifted as you with a pen, I would pull from the earth its very heart, as the rivers of its core washed over my feet, with its blood I'd deem it modern art. Some gifted charlatan of beauty and grace, I'd burn all others work and praise. So it's of dietic thanks and situational applaud that I never learned to take what I need to stand tall... Love the poem, you are of course very talented. please keep them coming ;D
