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One day your legs might not bring you to me One day I might taste bad on your lips Like a fake poetry you made to entertain your master Like an egg..

Writing poetry for a host Is like eating breakfast with an egg Whose yolk is green Or a banana that when you open its yellow container Turns out..

You challenge me You make me feel a bad poet I have written and written poetry I have always exactly expressed what I felt

You challenge me You make me feel a bad poet I have written and written poetry

My louvre painting With surreal necklace And tattoo Hoodie And baby neck My guardian angel.

I told him he was a prince He did not believe it It was sad.

I told him he was a prince He did not believe it It was sad.

Hello Mister I am taken I belong to the stars.