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Masterpiece


When you're out of words, 
Just breathe. Just that.
Your breath is your poetry.
And when you do so 
Listen to your breath, carefully.
Dance around with the                                 silence and you might 
as well hear it with a high 
Pitched tone.

Sometimes, your sweet little                       voice could be your
wasted words.
But, never mind. Just watch                       those sweet little words kiss                         the heaven.
And always remember
You're nothing short of the                             masterpiece that you always 
Wanted to write. 
Because, You are your masterpiece already
you are your own poetry.
Just breathe.
                             
                                                   
                           
                       




                                     


                      
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