When You’re Gone

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The words won’t come,

They’re stubborn

or else, you’re not listening.

When you’re around

It’s all so easy,

Everything falls into place

So many things are born:

The lion, the cat, the unicorn,

A poem is here to transform

the robotic norm.

When you’re here

Towers of poetry

Rise & fall.

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