The Poet Enters - Ineffably
My art is perfect, it is made so by my skills; skills honed and sharpened by time and experience. I am the storm and the forest, the rustling you hear is my own; and I will be known by the sound and tone of my words.
Enter The Poet - With Some Consideration
I was just thinking, maybe everyone's life would be better, if we took the time to consider other people; well, it was just on my mind.
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