From side-to-side people shot you guns while underneath, there are red ants who are there in the smalles corner to bother you,
Stop and stoop and look above for
the clouds,
It's time to smile fellow, God is with you, will be always.
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Poetrythese are my random poems about everything that were made of impossible diamonds and soft gems resembled as a realness of my poetic cloned emotions. whenever i'm busy handling my deep dive under the sea filled with stars and stripped of happiness a...
