Moanarchy of Poets
Really? . . . A smile like no other? A brain like God's, imagination of a brother, with abilities to face the odds. I say I am another, another significant, another brain, unmatched to the odds of the world. A world like no other, a figment of my imagination. The pigment from my brain to my eyes. The conviction of freedom that knows no bonds but limits the knowledge others know of ME! The simplici...ty of me makes you feel a complex emotion of confusion because of the extraordinary in me. What do you actually see in me that will bring an up rise by fault? Because by fault, I know no limits to faith and no limits to possibilities I am me, my own, myself, and I, and I hereby claim that my independence is announced uncompromised from boundaries unlike any other. If I am not the poet for you? Then announce all monarchs there dilapidation. I am the "Monarch of Poetry." In search for you, the woman of my dreams and the dreams of my woman. Two crest like shapes make this figure and it condemns me to love you. So without further or do. My heart speaks to you through a smile, that means more than a consolidator, but a lover that only knows, "worthwhile."
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