Peter Maxharya Poems

I loved the entire hive
but i could buy honey from shops
you thought i prefered the latter
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This living, a glass of milk
fresh or stale
smiles and grimace
now im popping champagne
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Memories are fresh

of parted flesh
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i am in a circle
I see you too encircled
We are not alone in the bicycle
Every soul living must cycle
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They saw these coming,
balls of fury from masterdwellings, no brother to
oven or furnace
presents for the likeness of him disobeying!
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Mr Give up

pack up!
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I think of tripping
i see my inner me flipping
and i know, u dont wanna hear me dropping
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The rooty, deep rooted water

bitter and sweeter
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You are no mans honey
end month wedding

honeymoon devorcing
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My Eyes, worst liar

taught me to admire
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