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Poem. I am here to disrupt your worshiped rules. Golden calves come in all shapes and sizes. You say you know not what you do. I sing. Oh, sweet thing. It's all deliciously crafted. I am the wild in your wood, the good trouble in your maker, the thunder in your storm with one tornadic purpose liberation
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@MoonPoet · 1:01
Um, good morning. This is Stephen, and I have to comment on this one. Your poetry, it always the one that I've listened to has this sign of freedom. This one's no exception. And I like that you found that of undercurrent of rebellion or kind of upending the established rules in your poetry, because there's a truth to that that poets should not be afraid of. You write fearlessly, and I really enjoy listening to these. Thank you
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@Loloflow · 0:51
Hey, Steven, thanks so much for giving it a listen and replying. I am so glad that my poetry resonates for you in that way. I feel very strongly that art is the great liberator for many reasons, but yeah, it's that's kind of my my mo whenever I'm writing, because without art, I wouldn't have broken through so much that was keeping me chained. I'm getting a little choked up. But anyway, thanks again. I appreciate
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@nourishyou · 1:04
I agree with Stephen. There's this sort of duality and dance interplay with the sort of tension and release before that feeling of freedom. And I love the conversation aspect, the playful aspect of the poem almost like a temptress of my sweet love. You know where this is going? I really enjoyed this. I loved it when I read it. And I'm glad I got to hear you read it. And it's one of those rare poem that it kind of gives me permission
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