Those who mine out gold
From the ground
To sell for the rich
And make for the poor.
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I saw a young man dropped out of envy
His heart was stagnant and heavy
Many ways contradicted his
They searched for a way to see him in abyss
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My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
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they started with selfish interest
never willed love with full zest.
the smiles
and the beautiful faces.
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once upon a time
in a world of loneliness
i lived in a country called SUMMER LONELINESS
where love are shared by individuals
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I’m in love with my brother’s girl
The voice of my heart can’t really tell.
My feelings like old is back
That pride of a man I now lack.
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My cubic pen quake in protest as I write this legendary poem
I besiege myself with apt feelings to explain this poetic term.
My moment like NEYO ‘I’m so sick of love song’
This autumn of October makes my moment sprung.
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Clashes of metals filled the air
Women and children running in fear
Eyes dashed on where to hide
Memories limp on only one side.
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This decorous lawyer, grinning with ease
His might set only for the calling of peace.
He peruses and expounds laws
Civil, ready for all positive calls.
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my heart for the first time fights with my desire
love at it peak i can't acquire.
the breezes of calling love swaying away
the will of my unchosen heart could die this day.
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