Artists, musicians, authors, poets and lovers all have a broken heart alike. And it is through this window that we see the world.
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Epiphany. 
We dip our brushes in the well of tears,
We fill our pens with our blackest fears.
Between the lines lie a million secrets,
Words unspoken, for only them to hear.
The heart breaks to reveal a bud that unfurls,
And our pages become windows to the world. 🙂
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One of the most amazing things about your poetry, is the fact that I find it so relatable. 🙂
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