Stared at the clock
Made by oak
I sipped on my coke
When it's still cold
I bited my lips
As I saw the clips
I suddenly gripped
When past skipped
It takes too long
Realizing I was wrong
Wish that I was strong
But nothing to hold on
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My Obras
RandomThese are my obras like poems, qoutes, drawings/sketches, paintings etc., where I can show and share my creativities to you. Plagiarism is a crime.
