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If I wrote my poetry for notoriety

Would I sell my flow and see I’ve

Escaped from propriety?

 

Yet with the sharing of

I’ll bring the glaring

Of

Ideas of my flight love

Designs of my life

Of

 

Blight of my sight

Remade be I might

On a dark night, I’ll write

Of the things meant to ignite

 

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