Poetry Golden

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My roses all gold, Blackness in my Soul, I am a beauty to behold, Watch how the story unfolds, Don't see me for my glory, see what I have to express, Looking back in retrospect, I deserve my crown, my words so profound, I blurr the town, as I whirl around, Like a merri go round, Peep my energy and tell me how it sounds, I am a mystic clown til I'm in the ground, are u feeling me now, Or will u feel me later, I am elevating, On my poetic elevator, I will not forsake ya, I can elevate ya, Just believe in me, Read my words and weep for my soul, you can hear my spirit reaping, as I Sew it, I'm full of focus, I'm back on my train of thought like a locomotive

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