A decorated poet and blogger in poetry
Home alone,
A place to be on,
Where to find me on phone,
I'll be seated by the stone.
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Heart of the year, just got near,
Lighting streets, with bright lights,
Conspicuous blinks, of bright winks,
Of Christ's mass, this Christmas.
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He'd lost sleep, at your age one,
Nursing you, as his son.
At age ten, he lost his favourite,
Perfume, to pay fees.
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Executing your brutality, commanding much faulty,
Upon your audience, paying a strong surveillance,
But don't you over all, think that your subject is acquittal
Of whichever your mind, has judged them behind.
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You can see I care less,
Yes, i have no quick race,
To pale up my face,
With too much stress.
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