TALKING TO MYSELF THROUGH POETRY
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Probably I did but
Do not believe
Do ritually believe
In DNA fingerprints
Patten of differences.
Somebody please help me I’m the mechanical engines Rotating on nervy wheels For any Henry and Percy To ride me straight to hell. Somebody please…
Revenge! I don’t care How it’s served. Revenge! Slow, swift Or sweet. Revenge! Common dish, Excruciating wish Revenge! Delebrate Death opener. Revenge! Broken ice Eye…
Written or spoken In places or things Contrarily uneven It is by poets But by default, Everyone is Born a poet. Poetry is breathe Everyone…
She is an erratic princess A beauty never witnessed, A sporadic soft babe Not meant for any Abe. She is an intermittent lady, A wonder…
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