Pity To the Present
I Think Chatter Inside Me
I Feel the Condemnation to What
I Become
So Much to Being Greatest Ever
If I Can Trick this Present Butter Fly
Flying
Be My Maple Leaf
Seeking the Simple Greetings
Nice to a Beggar the Butterfly Falls
Before the Feet of a
Fly
Just the Weird Thoughts
Clever Maybe
Frozen the Everlong
Washed By The Rain Now the
Visitor
Be Not Alone
Are the Doves Here for Scattered
Lives Lost With the Letters We
Steal.
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Oso Creative
AAn enigmatic Soul running to creative Greatness!
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