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Paradise


To relax my mind and be free. Not to rhyme but to express and breath out. The safest way to for my thoughts to roam. Whether I write about empires, heartaches Or females and lucky breaks At first it was a way to pick up the ladies. imagine me, a young modern black Shakespeare. I can't play music and i can't dance. I can't paint art with pictures but I can connect with my words. Emotions flow through the smallest word. Poetry and stories are my own Mount Olympus and here I am Zeus. The king of all, however big or small all is. A picture is worth a thousand words but poetry is priceless. I write to escape to paradise.
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