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I’m not a poet
I’ve learnt to sculpt metaphors

I can throw the unsaid in potter’s wheel of words

My trade is of disguise 

My earning is what you can see anew

In writing your fears

I’ve built myself a hiding

I stay veiled

& pull strings of your – my- Emotions

Find me when you’re too lost

I’ll be closer than your desire for a sanctuary

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