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I got to reach to my soul At least today But you Are you ready to go to the least materialistic girl in the earth This soul is expensive You know..

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.

He offered me the world I refused I ran away with my poetry vagabond.

I wrote a poem today It feels like seeing a pigeon fly They are so nice to touch and see

You are my horn With black hair And smooth limbs Do not try to impress me when I am writing poetry

Give me my poetry And I get my climax Offer me the world And I will run away with an poetry inspired Vagabond What is wrong with me Or rig..

Today 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

You 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

Reaching his hand Leaning towards Sucking Knowing better then anyone the smell of this creature Hermes