GenieA Poem by Lero Rohello number 5 =)
You were a person number 1,
you were sure that you had won. I fulfilled your wish, not one but three but you ate your word, you didn't set me free. I was sad, but there were you my precious person number 2. You were so kind and sweet to me but end up hanging off the tree. Just when I was drinking tea appeared a stranger number 3. I must admit we had much fun but it all ends with silver gun. You, a nasty human number 4 came when you were loosing in a war. I was a demon, weapon, nothing more and yet I couldn't take your soul. Thousand years and more have passed I'm waiting for the number last. Laughing in the depths of sea, alive I'm waiting just for you, a victim number 5, you're reading this, oh don't be shy! (¬‿¬)
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StatsAuthorLero RoAboutstudent born in the year of the dragon, with vivid dreams, writing stories since the age of 5 I write poems just when I feel like a ghost in a bottle... or better, Leyden Mannequin (you would need to.. more..Writing
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