My mind goes more poetic when my heart suffer.

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To love all the things,
I'll let me to love myself first.

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FANTASY
Through the visible fantasy
I imagine clusters of stars
Ready to hear my wishes
Flowery or dead cell I carry
Under the full moon sky
Some pennies clink in my pocket through the wind
My behalf wishes come true my thoughts have

Well...my fantasy will remain as a fantasy, I know
Never I can see stars or never I can hear wind.

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How many times you saw me without my consult?
Why the things I like, you like them most?

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POETIC SIDE
Till then I stop writing
remember I'm no more.
Might be lost in heaven
Or my poetic side will take me
To the hell.

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You always fill me with motivations
Either you're with me or not
You always speak in my brain in silent
Some of them it hurts and I smile
My tear dropout and want to make open sea.

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SPRING
Fluttering pieces of petals
Remind me of the spring
I lay in the field
Movement of clouds I see
Hypnotize my feelings, no longing anxiety
Took me to the same place
Where my heart wants to heal
And my mind wants to speak,"Wallahi!"

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REMEMBERING SCARS
May my scars should still stick in my skin,
So I can remember who was you!
I can remember me how I was poor in choosing you.

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SILENT VOICE
Instead of murmuring, tell me in silent voice
Maybe your sensation wants to speak millions of words.

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NO CHANGE
Years to many years
Lying in between
Different shades happens
Still stranger me
Ink crawl in my paper
Thoughts still waves out
Fake fish I remember
No clue how it posable
It's ok to live in miserable world
They said!
But what about me mournful face.

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