Hey everyone
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoOh hey! :D
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoHaha, well, nothing is new, how bout you?
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoYeah, why is that?
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoHaha, well, I thought of that one.
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoA little bit. ;p
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoWell, yeah, I could probably thinking of what can happen, if we do such things. I dunno, but that's how I think.
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoNothing, but whenever I feel to sang nor write I would no matter what would be the situation. haha kinda weird for others
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoOh, I see.
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoHaha, lol, really ? Oh?:P
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoHaha yeah:P
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoOh, it's been 4hours ago. I think I'd better be here earlier XD
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Jhierren Paz
11 years agoXD
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Kumar kainth
11 years agoHi am deepak, these are my new lines,
A sketch of fear in my heart, giving a different route,
Though It was effort to take me in your sympathy,
I fetch the feeling into real world for my love,
Though my nature was guided to stay away from flattering winks,
I couldn't hold my breath, due to my curiosity was heavy on heal,
Soul took away my unspecified dreams and got clutches in the wheels
Hell drawn that world around me, Virgin's looks to heel,
Discovering answers for these shattering faiths, Still light looks to get away;
Soul seized inside a cage, beams of love waiting for you to flown away, -
Xionide
11 years agoI am god, simply the one lol
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Paul Gondwe
11 years agoI am Paul
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Kumar kainth
11 years agoHello i came up with new poetry sad one
When I hold a paper piece and pen in my hand
Then my fingers starts to flow on them
Curiosity brings me close to them
Then I got myself in deep thoughts
To start writing an another feverish compose
My rhymes going to start after an each pause,
Its vital for the writer's blood
He Pours word from his mood
it is his peace of work on unattended wood
thought he keeps on dying what secret is behind
he found always some process in his mind,
he got start which comes to end sometime,
Though it comes like a sign
Its his breathless voice, it is striking and comes behind,
leaving insane standing behind,
he turn down and later he start looking words in the sand,
poet collects them, start plowing on the poetry land
He get used to grow his literature on this mother land, -
Yrem Crish
11 years agoHello..I'm mery..
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Khalid M Darwish
11 years agoHi! I'm Khalid.
