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Great flourishes of pen,
staining paper black.
Words arranged to give
meanings to feelings,
touched inside the heart.
The poet
paints verses no one understands,
then stands back and looks on
from a distance at the pictures.
Realizing with anger :
that what he wrote,
worthless in the world.
He vents his anger
tears the pages
sets them aflame.
Emotions turning to smoke,
and burning in the pyre.
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