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Words are composing, easily flowing infinitely.
Boisterous, my mind. The rhymes become a bit too many.
But a gift this is and thankful to be creative intellectually.
So complain, I won't, and don't confront the fact that I keep a pen with me.
#answeringcalls
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amin901 says: good poem luv...Keep inspiring |
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