I'll write when the sun is at rage. Commit when the dark hours cage. I chase words not recognition. The craft seizes me free to flow. We like blue tits playing kiss-chase in the hedgerow. I put down not for he,thee,nor she. I write not even for me.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
Writing is cathartic!
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Thank you for reading š And leaving your lovely comment take care.
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I love this sweet poetic self-talk
Concisely detailed
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I like this very much
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It pleases me that you do thankyou . hadnt written for a couple of days a self pep talk i think ha.š
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Lol well I will give you a pep talk. Smiles.
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