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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
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
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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