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I was a fine man in my prime
They constructed walls around me
Just look in all the history books
Cause I'm there for all to see
Many people bring pretty gifts
And leave them one by one
From flowers to bottles of wine
Oh I'm having so much fun
I listen to the conversations
To what the people say
They praise my every movement
When I lived for everyday
Sweet little poems are written
And the news still speaks my name
But I have a secret to reveal
Inside we're all the same
Everybody has talents
We all have something to give
They call me a Legend
Everyone is a legend when they live
Thank you for the kindness
The love still touches me dear
Now though in heavens realm
I see love in everyone here
Asked to be safe, to be calm,
with the suction-pores of each palm.
Lips in twist with skin so sour,
drawing blood to drown a flower.
Pulling back, to study faces,
shaking out of sure embraces,
her heels kicked out
and her face soon followed,
and what she left,
I chewed and swallowed.
our love is a fiction*
carved from my mind
and written in these*

tattered pages

©IGMS
the tale of love that will never be become true
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent

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