of page poets and slam poetsWe are one,
We are different
But we are one.
In deference, we
Variants of the same soul;
Though our chariots differ,
Draw arrows from selfsame quiver.
Though unique in flavour,
Draw at wells from Muse's core.
Which one am I? ...are you?
In essence should it really matter!?
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-04-02 at 00:55
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