The Beauty's Page By #poetry Is Life(Prince Joe) Poem by adeniran ogooluwa

From the book, it was blow, like a perish tomatoes,
A page opened, it was glow, like the sun shinning in toes,
A pen in front, never a paste to paint, unless it dynamic in wild-whale,
The curving of image, always a beauty of river Goddest,
A beauty of mindful waste, in attachments of mind-blowing wage.
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The pretty sleepy lady, that hawk on a sewing page,
This page is dam-wet with spit, if not Purdue your heart beat,
The lines are escalating with annoyance, you don't even mind the resolve,
It thy mouth that wet thee, not thy eye's
My mouth will expose thy secret page, if not adjourn.
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The page is worm, an is of willing lines,
I never drafted myself in it gut, because it stuffy,
Humble am I to be deceived, with your restiveness,
My heart's is pleading for thy silly actions in thy page,
Thou as no skull to project the predictions?
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A few teasing lines are dropping, like a spread-cheat in a drier,
On this earth's grappling lips, she foregone the Lucifer's kiss,
Vanishing like droplets, to bugged in predicament,
Hot with the forges red rage, in a diversity of weed-wailing wails.
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This page is at motherhood range of lane,
Where your lover's corps are begotten in disgusting world,
For they will never rise to man, only you pass in with knife,
Because this your page's won't be of new reform in your bleary eyes,
It's better your heart's melt down, and leak a forgotten paste for a new page.

'words from a gallant mind'
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