Lyrics of Literature
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Complete Fri, Jun 2, 2017
Rewritten in my palms the gift of Rhythm.
Can't be read by any normal Human being
Strung my heart to its deepest emotions
Glide my Life to its notions.
Read this Lyrics of Literature
If you're that Human Being living in a blur.
Open thy eyes and see His creations
One of those is my word form from imaginations.
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