fbp poetry Biography

By the sound of her footstep
You already know who is comming
Not to be told of, She is just rare
Not her type are often seen on the streets
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I will write you a symphony
A song my heart shall always sing
It may not be heard by the ears
But the heart has heard it all aloud
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in fury
was my house divided
broken into shambles
shattered at my door step
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This life in which i have lived
This life in which i have barely succeeded
This life; they have eaten all
Yet i have had not a cup
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When i saw you,
I knew it was you
I called it 'DEJAVU'
You called it reality
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