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PrinceA Poem by a_methysteI told him he was a prince He did not believe it It was sad. |
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SoulA Poem by a_methyste |
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EyesA Poem by a_methysteI told him he was a prince He did not believe it It was sad. |
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Hello MisterA Poem by a_methysteHello Mister I am taken I belong to the stars. |
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This is a simple poemA Poem by a_methysteHe offered me the world I refused I ran away with my poetry vagabond. |
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I wrote a poem todayA Poem by a_methysteI wrote a poem today It feels like seeing a pigeon fly They are so nice to touch and see |
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AbsentA Poem by a_methysteYou are my horn With black hair And smooth limbs Do not try to impress me when I am writing poetry |
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Poetries scattered over the papersA Poem by a_methysteToday I wrote a bunch of poetries It was a good day I have been doing it for a long time What a good life I have had |
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Creamy blonde in a casinoA Poem by a_methysteYou gave me a cold sholder But I got my poetry So I got my shot And the bartender is a creamy blonde With vivacious face In a casino |
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