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In the month of February,
I create a sanctuary.
My safety is off,
In this knockout, I cough.
Love came along,
But my heart sang it's own song.
Health is key, firstly,
Wealth made me a bit thirsty.
I've got myself to depend on,
Provoke me and I'll be gone.
All the times that we debate,
Gives an increase in heart rate.
Finally I sit back and ask myself...,
Is it too late?
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
