Alex Jhon Biography

I am searching for you,
underneath the roots of spiked.
I called upon you,
within the mist of sorrow.
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Devoured by the sense of gold,
The clown entertains himself by years.
Endowed to cheer himself up by fears,
fears of loosing the Midas' bold.
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Her hair, striving the southern wind
Her eyes, dazzling the feathered breeze
Luminous for, every chivalrous keen
Lovable for, every rightful ease.
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I am obligated
I am my mother's child.
She makes me drowned within her awful wry
Every words makes me even, perish to die.
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My breath froze and melted,
In the middle of a worm catching spring.
Like the orgy of sunset people;
emits the diffusion,
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