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I am no more a brush that paints a picture in your thoughts however not as clear as day.

2B or not 2B that is your pencil. I seek not to sharpen your instrument however, I advise you to sharpen your wit before your graphite thou..

The exorcism of all beliefs will leave us guilty for playing the devil.

I am no more the fault that caused you to tremor.

If you find you have locked yourself out of your own house. Don’t panic, talk to the lock calmly and be nice because communication is th..

On the threshold of your spirituality following the wisps of your patchouli scented journey, I rode your heights through abstract dreams your..

Somewhere in the future I’ll find today where I’m broke from spending yesterday.

Dressed in white she was hailing a taxi, Nun Theresa. The driver none the wiser. Where are you going? City town hall thanks. Excuse me for aski..

Too young to die no time to travel too old to live. the tortoise.

I was going to write the perfect poem with a solid steel structure but flexible and light like aluminium but that would incur a twenty five p..