Multi colored blood seem to unflourish,
lightning bolts inside loosing power.
A soul that is hungry for art,
now in wander to replenish also the mind.
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Odd Heart
PoésieSometimes life can't be spell That feeling bizarre You never knew who you are Curse everything coz its foul Now that I'm only starting With nervous in chest Stop planning to pick my flowers You're so blind, its roses... ________________________ Poe...
