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Tryin to find an escape, from this world full of hate;
Oh when oh when, I shall find my soul mate;
Who can understand, me and my heart;
Yeah, it will be a mean of art;
It aches to see the people loved, to leave;
Why in first place did you keep;
My escape once made;
Never will I come back;
Goodbye, beloved mate.
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Taurazee xoxox
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Revival
Poetry" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain...
