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The Truly Unique

The Truly Unique

So here comes another puff as she blows
The smoke from her lungs
Allowing taught tongue to flow.
Hear a voice that burns, yearns to flow within time
As she rhymes without doubt, shouting out every line
And the words that are heard become easy to find
As she searches the earth for those with alike minds.

How to grow and evolve…
Will speak from the heart
A solution to solve…
Thoughts revolve, fall apart.
But depart!
So your soul may seek out real resolution
Then in turn love will brandish
A brand new weapon.
Evolution!
Creating one truly unique
Human being
But with the ability to speak
And thoughtfully think
How to grow and evolve…
Connecting life’s’ links so the chinks can be solved.
Ā 
Carey Milton Ā© 2017
Ā 

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Tony Taylor

"SoĀ your soul may seek out REAL resolution"......I may be totally off base here.... but this piece felt like a kind of rebirth to me.....I miss reading your words dear poet sister!!..... truly compelling!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?āœ³āœ“ā™„ā™„ā˜€???

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