P Is For Profoundity Itself

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9:18 AM November 29, 2025

I think you’re more than rules or roars.

Atop don’ts or sounds, your shine soars.

Far beyond the rhythmic stamp of pacing,

you’re the precision that’s ever serenading

our human emotions and minds with might.

Poetry, you’re the heartbeat of curative delight.

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