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This was once the floor I laid
Whom I craved and so adored…
One I was hundred percent sure
Until it mixed my baking flour
With beautiful ashes and dust
Covering gun powder and rust.
Hence, I am a running fly
Running from sorrows and lies
Pouring down like southern rain
Served as cakes, to wash my brain
On and by the floor, where I lie
Is a place I never wish to die.
Fighters wear gloves to win Trophies thrown in the bin History tells of things As it pleases, versions told. Forgetting roots that hold Forgetting ray…
When the sun comes up We all rise from our bed And as it sets, we crash… When cock crows by dawn While the alarm…
The air begins to leak Inevitably, During a brush with death We are unable But beckon for breath Running from rest we seek. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com…
The journey began as a joke Till giant strides together yoked, And there we stood, exchanging vows Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!! Like a…
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