“Through poetry I have told the stories of my soul, as the universe, I am, and always will be. My soul expands once more, for I am fed the sacred fruit of knowledge, and love by my brothers, and sisters. Grasp my articulation, and reveal to me your soul, it is then you will see our souls are one. To know you is to know my lost self. To love you is to love the whole of my self. I have seen the seasons of your sorrow, and the precessions of your joy. I am truly blessed.”
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Who are you.
I am love.
I am hate.
I am young,
that is fate.
I am great.
I am small.
I am old.
I am late.
I am God.
I’m deceit.
Hidden mass.
Foolish beat.
I am set.
I have fell.
Look at me.
You can tell.
I am done.
I am done.
Wave the flag,
paint it white.
Raise it high,
mighty flight.
I have fell.
Look at me.
Foolish son,
of deceit.
What a shame. What a shame.
I’m to blame.
That is to, Goddamn bad.
Peace to those, who see the same.
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Real One. Keep them coming.
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Very nice
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