Creativity Four Poems

I'll Smile to Death
If he came to me
I would be pleased
If he stole my soul
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I ran with my sins for long in the dim
which i carry on my shoulders
And from their burden, i cried out of grief
when the world became at the end
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Secrets

Like snakes that bite
underneath the soil they hide
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I am occupied in the bed
And in my body, i feel the fire instead
of the peace that i almost felt
When i was alive not paralised
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