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Poems, the way I speak.

Eyes, they talk but weak.

Gestures, that's all I'll give.

I've always been like this, so, believe.

Words, I just write them.

Fourth, like I always came.

Resist, all my feelings, then.

All those thoughts, in my brain.

Times, it has been many.

Rhymes, if I found any.

Chimes, my heartbeat makes.

Just three words, that's all it takes.

Fine, like I always am.

Smile, I was programmed.

Clear, it's like a diagram.

Life tests us, it's an exam.

Shine, it's my turn to.

Crime, would be to not do.

Perfect, though I seem blue.

I have to hide, with no clue.

Heart, it's always been soft.

Sweet, like I have always loved.

Fighting, though, I've been idled.

Like life, this poem, everything's untitled.