My pin flows like hot lava; unsure of what made my creative volcano irrupt.
What’s coming out is full of passion and love.
Fueled by the world surrounding us.
My pin opens up like a new born sun.
Shining only to increase its stock beneath.
My words are like bandages wrapped around your armor.
My soul spills out on paper like the open waves hitting the sea shore.
Naturally greatness emerges into a poetically written atmosphere.
In this atmosphere my pin feels the freest.
With My pin, I feel like me!
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