I don't know what to name it
Creepy---- shocking---- horror---
Charlatan, I'm so tired of it.
Or soul and heart pitch----
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The one who seat on the throne
In your unchallengeable authority,
A lady that goes into his Chambers
Never comes out to rigorous
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Oh Poem Hunter, a publisher true,
Whose goal is to create a future anew,
For poets who yearn to shine,
And share their words, line by line.
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So attractive to our eyes
Smell goes to the wind
Comforting our feelings
Clearing our darkness.
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My Golden Candle, a treasure so bright,
Sharing light that's unimaginable, quite,
Giving life to the darkness of night,
Guiding footsteps with your golden light.
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In my hiding place
Love is found in the dark
The heart is drowning in grief
Fighting in an hurt feelings
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𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝟐𝟒/𝟕 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠
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In shadows of doubt, let courage ignite,
With dreams set ablaze, ascend to new height,
Unshackle your spirit, unleash your desire,
Forge through the storms, never tire.
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Forcing love, an endeavor austere,
Struggling against the tide, sincere.
The heart's rebellion, a silent roar,
In the hollow echoes, longing's core.
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In life's intricate, winding symphony,
I've sought success with a fervent plea,
Yet, within, doubts swirl relentlessly,
A self-critique I never wished to see.
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