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I am an Analyst, Fiction and Poetry Writer.
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He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...
You're a precious mother to many
You're a living mother to all life...
O' why the fuss my people?
why you give it a life of toil...
Now they look dead in the streets
The once so happy and healthy creatures...
Ooh my Belle,
Like a bee bears honey...
You took it
I let it...
Whether you rich or poor, life is a tragic tale with pathetic plot twists. But through love, literature and art; Its bearable.
Life is brief, remember not to die upset.
What a tragic it is of a man when his dream gets deferred