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Sep 2015
I Stand Hear like a Picture Painted with an emotion of sadness happiness taken over by the migration of love.



Which costs nothing but tears lost in an ocean of Madness were only pills and doctors live.



One piece lost in a shredded bed on a plate full of salad, your taste has made my tong become abusive.



Batter cod broken life ware’s the mirror who would of knew this little story would become a world lost in a simple chapter.



Mixed with pages of pure knowledge story telling game playing, many answers to simple and lazy days overtaken by sunny laughter.



And scary dreams which seem to Scream out and bite you like a piece of stake I was about to put in my mouth.



Washed down with an Orange taste of fresh Orange juice, the choices I make reflect some sort of attitude you would think that would be the case in-deed.



Words can only create the pens world can you see? It maybe blue ink or black ink a Pad with a Pen with a brush and some colours paint a picture then an emotion  becomes alive in my head.


Jidos Reality 19.5.12
JidosReality
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JidosReality  Portsmouth u.k
(Portsmouth u.k)   
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