- INK FILLED WITH SOUL

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Poetry meeted me on my mom's  womb
As I alway write,I don't care about tombs
I feel heavy becomes soft when I write
Cause my moods are on a pen

Filled my soul  with wonders
As my bloody wounds are covered
My dreams are positively revealed

Feel like am at sky
My heart sly
As I touch a pen ,tears divided

Happiness multiply
Bad emotions subtracted
Esteem added
I feel no pain with poetry
The love is too deep

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