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Inevitably, they spread mother’s leg
Drugging each other with impotent drugs
Designed to terminate all motile cells
Hence before arrival, tomorrow dies.
But if by verdict the small bumps shoot out
The sexist deny, and fail to recall;
Sugary promises made while he climaxed
But stick to excuses poured when he climbed down.
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…
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You’re a great writer
More ink to your pen
Good success I pray thee
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Thanks my Darling Ceejnworie… Thank you, I am grateful.
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You’re welcome 😁✌️
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