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Jan 2017
This force that resides deep in my treasure chest.
Teeming with vices and creativitiy.
Subject to inconceivable magic and vitality.
Equally meaured with phycotic tenadncies
A place where angels and demons play cards.
A soul thats bitterley sweet ,and a mind that's gone to far.
How much does this devilish madness cost me?
The same price from here to eternity.
This poem is dedicated to the fierce creative force that resides within, which will tormnt the soul if not utalized.
Ricky J
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Ricky J  London
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