A mediocre
You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
What drives....
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The hidden truth is inside.
Everything is visible
Without sight.
A wonderful dream
Travels through
The channel of colorful aura
To unmask
Mysterious face.
When the passion slips
And the body drips
To make mad
That lurks
Behind the wild actions.
It's the secret
That hide
Deep inside
What drives all the materials.
Everything is visible
Without sight.
A wonderful dream
Travels through
The channel of colorful aura
To unmask
Mysterious face.
When the passion slips
And the body drips
To make mad
That lurks
Behind the wild actions.
It's the secret
That hide
Deep inside
What drives all the materials.
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