Bought my pen with me, wrote prose about camaraderie
Tainted reputation, I am not afraid of any jeopardy
Blamed myself of everyone's jealousy
Time to laid out facts cause I am nobody's accessory
My Planisphere didn't see the comets striking out
The lightning flashed cutting every one's clout
Leave these poetry and every stardust of you behind
Now, I'll just play Alice in the secret gardens in my mind
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The Cosmic Overdrive: an every person is a comet anthology
Poetryshooting stars and supernovas collided - lightning stroke once again. this is the anthology and extended version of the poetry collection entitled: every person is a comet.
