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1. I broke the bottle And saw the poet of my fami

1. I broke the bottle And saw the poet of my family night it held me in my turn to the road, To travel the lines of the paper city With the smell of air so fresh. And the poetry of dreams so fair. 2. She broke her spell, she held so long While the spring slipped off the paper Beautiful as the moon with fire. Lay down a thing of beauty And that is how she creates poetry Hushed by the moon's old scent. #wc6linepoetry
1. I broke the bottle And saw the poet of my family night it held me in my turn to the road, To travel the lines of the paper city With the smell of air so fresh. And the poetry of dreams so fair. 2. She broke her spell, she held so long While the spring slipped off the paper Beautiful as the moon with fire. Lay down a thing of beauty And that is how she creates poetry Hushed by the moon's old scent. #wc6linepoetry
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