Flow, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Flow,



Flow,
Flow on and on,
That the Hatred they did must be Unbelievable,
All my flow's,
It's not a Disgrace of a Taste called Life,
Life is Back to the Normal Grounds,
Eventually the Flow is like the Bird on the Seas.

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