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Before my music box unplugs
I would love to sit on thrones
Not to overthrown the King
Nor to question His great realm
But have galaxies on my gaze
With the air coming from my breath…
A friendly storm and iceberg
While my saliva pours down as rains
Demystifying gravity
Picking up things of pretty weights
Not to oppose gravity
But to appreciate and perceive
Up high, I shall understand why
He often spare predators;
But I am on a borrowed life
Ghosts to turn, one day in time.
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
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…
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