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Poetry, my heart's beat,

A canvas for thoughts, experiences fleet,

In lines and stanzas, I lay bare,

A puppet theatre, emotions share.

From a vast expanse, I glean,

The human condition, a recurring theme,

Observe, discern, and then portray,

In scribbles, the essence of each day.

Tread lightly here, among my art,

For each piece upholds a part,

Of you, of me, the Muse --combined,

In every verse, our spirits aligned.