| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Micropoetry #1: Words From My SoulThey say you can???t trust a soul,but yours I trust it whole.I???m running out of breath,Chasing yours.Be my inhale,So when you exhale,I can always catch up.You can critique my mystique,But don???t call me barbaric,Because the air around me,Doesn???t smell good to you,It???s just esoteric.Darkness is a necessity.It???s dark inside the womb,So when it comes out,The
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