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I am the Singer, I’m the Song

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It’s called art
And I get lost in it
My creative self and I
We are inseparable
The poet and the words
We…
Become as one
In poems as in dreams
I let go of ego
And the battle’s been won
The thorns of the nightmare
Turn to fragrant roses
In the exact same way
The door opens, the door closes
And though I am different now
I remain the same somehow
Blending into the hues
Into the rhythm and the blues
I am the singer, I’m the song