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Sitting by the blue print of life
Tasting the goods of high five
My bible takes a deep dive
Away into the deep sea
Blue blinded Napoleon
I forget lil me came from it
Refusing its meat
Pigry invitation, my heart agree…
Looking at the potter of my clay
Truely it rocks, not just one pay
Its now engrave wish I could pray
Deeply touch, I cry on
Strangers met in can Their interactions Waved with an Ocean Lit by ignitions Sparks in a motion. Hello, hi began Life is but carbons And…
We are all carbons Living as faction Cold contradictions Brilliant distraction. Determinations Instill in emotion… Is a bond of steels Sharing an electron. Sweet strong…
There is a short duration Of unending admirations Born to all generations Of exciting electron. It is just like a rubber Stretched in all possible…
Walking by the roads Of muddy pot holes Tax I paid for poles Turned their cash for shows, Working unfit roads For winds, cars and…
Do actually assume this is true?
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It is part of Creativity…. I often write from imagination, and attimes from experience
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This made me snigger for an extended time.
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I really enjoy studying on this site, it has got fantastic poems.
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I feel that you should write extra on this subject Sorry I Can’t Pray The True Poesy. It won’t be a taboo subject but typically persons are not sufficient to talk on such topics.
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