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by Riley Woods

Poetry is like a volcano,
waiting to erupt with enormous
amounts of feeling. It just
wants to be heard.

Poetry is like ant. They
are so very tiny, but there
are so many of them.

Poetry has no boundaries.
Just an untamed wilderness
of complicated, swirling emotion.

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