A poet.

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I carry whole worlds
inside of me.
They echo and rattle
my bones and brew
in me like a potion
only I’ll ever know
till I pick up a pen
and let the magic
that’s singing
and humming
spill out in whirls
and rhymes till
I’m dried out
and you know
the taste.
Till new worlds
and new words
beckon me to
play scrabble again.

Happy World Poetry Day!

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