These words are a curse
They just flow through my hand
Like electricity
I'm charged with knowledge
In charge of writing.
Charge the royal gates!
Ask "Who's in charge?"
I am.
The Royal Gates of Poetry
I hold a key
Into the hearts of many
But without a lock
The key is useless.
These words are a curse
They go in circles...
I can't breathe
I'm suffocating.
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