poetry
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The mind is like a maze sometimes trying hard to find, the answers to the questions that will define our lives, our beings and our very existence but we have keep going, keep up the persistence because everything we are and what we do, is created deep within side of you and the answers, are…
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He festers And he pesters And drinks on The blood of life, Screams, Shouts Wails, He does this all The time to no avail. Sitting in his Kingdom of blood And yet this is not enough Screams Shouts Wails Yet the only Ones who hear him Are those who Are the same As him deprived…
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Tic toc time doesn’t stop and nor does the ignorance up at the top, climate deniers seeking power and greed, exploiting the likes of you and me, tic toc the time doesn’t stop we are all on the precipice ready to drop because they exploit this planet for their own ends and the final result…
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She was pretty in pink the perfect girl, she had it all going on and intelligent as well, as beautiful as you have ever seen always happy and always smiling, benevolent and compassionate in every way caring and sharing each and every day, would light up a room when ever she entered I could go…
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She took selfies of her body And her body was fine, She would create images in her mind, That used to turn her on She enjoyed that time, Then she would sense the erotic divine. She would tease her body with her fingers tips, She knew how to entice it and knew all the tricks,…
fauxcroft 