Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Musical Drama of the Real Scape Land

It's been like this long forever journey,
As I moved and touch every literacy,
Whenever I got easily blared of echoes and fantasy,
Whatever I inlcude about myself just to punished my dead legacy.

I call every landlords in town, paying my own credits and hellish nights even if its wasn't done for me,
The credits I've had collect and this hellish nights,
Where's the just in my justice as I faced my unforgivable heights?
Each concrete faces has lawful but useless rights.

The gleamers became conscious as they  travel across every songful except sinful structures,
Keeping time as gold of very protective ever-sparkling soars,
Cool as an autumn collapsed, they worked hard of a hardware in stuffed like chores and cores ,
Out of all the greeneries I've stalked and rolled, the grass pool welcomed me with new brought tears and rules.

I knew it back when all our fruits frequently changed,
I know just when the bearing crops replaced with friendly kindness,
Which as I took one sudden glance,
I know the world should be entertained.