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Completed
When I’m oldAnd not yet withered.In a cranked shelter, slightly bitterMy skin beginning to fold My companions and house matesHave disintegrated to immobile.Memories on my wall… When Always tics,Sometimes tocsAnd Often strikes!I shall dive into a place down nostalgia. Relive or revive memories,Experiences and livesI was convinced would never end;I was convinced should never end… Continue reading
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Destiny Remains
In a land full of chameleons Will you stay true to your color? Release your own vibrationsTurn your head, follow your pathQuiet your mind, follow your heartAre you willing to repeat the art?But flick your brush slightlyGive your stroke a different meaningLike the one on the ceiling? In a world filled with anchors to drown youClose ties to friends… Continue reading
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Carving You Be Like (part 2)
Carving poetry be like… So, I turn the poem into a blooming being; a human being.More truly, I carve the success story—your hidden trophyInto poetry. Read the message in your uneven smile;Dark, slick hair running a mileRead the story your eyes tell as it sparks, every once in a while,Complementing bliss. Sometimes, the poem writes itself. So, one must… Continue reading
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