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Poetry Is?

Poetry, not exactly what is expected of the
“masculine” gender.
Yet, I do it.
To be soft, tender and violent at the same
time? Poetry does that.
It is the dusty street with coloured walls
where blood is represented with bones,
where toothless people grin, where flowers
meet barrels, where kings knell and subject
crawl.
It is rational made irrational, and irrational
made rational.
That’s poetry.
It is where romance meets horror and they
dance to one rhythm.
Poetry, my escape made real.
What is it to you?

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