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 Feb 2015 Peter Simon
ERA
There he was, mentally ill,
wanted to give his daughter
a life, not like his.
Without a mother.

A bag, A sailormoon.
It caused him death,
prison, and friends.
Miracle in Cell No. 7

Guilty not is he,
but the chief,
He's furious.
Made him tell a lie.

One, Two and Three
then a smile,
it's time to say goodbye

Cold as ice,
Hot air balloon they ride.
To go home,
she might, with her father they fly.

Years passed by,
friends of he survived.
to prove not guilty,
they stand together.

She have made her father proud,
the story of which no one can stand.
Miracle in Cell No. 7
Inspired by the movie "Miracle in Cell No. 7"
 Feb 2015 Peter Simon
Le Lotus
Breathing the modern air,
living the old way.
 Feb 2015 Peter Simon
ㅡjatm
you are a poetry
that i would like
to write
all over again,
you are the pen
that i need,
to write them
all over again.
(j.a.t.m)
I got a tattoo last night
Did it myself, all needles and ink
Sterile like the bathroom floor
And wet rags dyed black and pink

It was a little picture of a house
Sitting on top of my left hip
Pinpricks of ink pushed into my skin
And not once did I let the needle slip
 Feb 2015 Peter Simon
DC raw love
A funny  thought
A happy laugh
A tickling touch
A loving moment

Two in love
Two with hope
Two with trust
Two in bond

Two that care
Two that hold
Two that want
That special moment

A child for two
A child to love
A life to give
That special moment
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