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Broken People Call Themselves Poets

By Sanmitha Sree V


Broken people 

call themselves poets

As if bleeding on paper

Makes it all better


Broken people

Call themselves poets

Masquerading secrets confessions 

Within fancy words 


Broken people 

Call themselves poets

Hollering ballads of love

For everyone to read

Except the muse


Broken people 

Call themselves poets 

Pouring out their soul

For all that they see

Well

What can a broken vase hold?


Giving it all out

'Cause that's all we can


By Sanmitha Sree V


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Your words show a depth of thought beyond your years


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