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Overfloweth

My mind overfloweth, or so it seems from afar.
Manic, I am not, yet my mindcurls unfurl.
Be not afraid! I am just benig artistic
In my own way, in my own time.

I am not a poet, but I am a poet.
I am not a writer, but I am a writer.
I am not a creator, but I am an artist.