Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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simonpoetically: DESTITUTE( For soldier-boys of D.R.Congo and Sierr...
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