A poet.
Pretty hurts
I can see painful scars on your
Smooth face
Dirty hand prints on your clean dress
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Am at soldier at war
I have never seen violence
Because when I fight there is still
Silence
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Was not born to deliver perfection
But is talented with love and affection
An opponent with tranquil arguments,
everlasting laughter, a talented smile fixed in the Heavens
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I believe in me when it
Comes to reality
I believe that am a Christian
When it comes to religion
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Why spread a rumour? what benefit do you get?
Maybe its just not having a sense of humour
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