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Poet will use all it takes 
To travel our works all over the world
Meeting poet celebrities with handshakes
The ones figurative words twirled 
Monsters of us flowing lakes 

Our works will run connections in water 
Illuminating the littles fishes, escape route
From sharped eyes shark hunting freshwater 
Calmly steady in its hangry pursuit 
But, for grace, we set in as an arbiter 

To quench the supposed fruitful fire 
Burning to capture the sweet corn
And fry in belle's pot off any release desire
Hosting bile duct(s) at morn
Now, left with no choice than to retire 

Poets transcend above anointing 
Of been referred to pastors 
For the unction is beyond appointing
One a specific role of facing disasters
But our pens touch lives pastors keep avoiding 

With or without money 
Time knows hatred 
How sweet is honey
Whenever bliss coexisted 
To keep blood runny 

And avoid the sand
To bury all living dreams
We paint our future's brand
Of lasting awesome themes
Test of time will certainly withstand 

Even making her some teases in irony 
Birthed out of culture to check her paraliepsis 
And lay her presence low to my scrutiny
To balance the unexpected result; an equation of antithesis 

Her waist shall turn me around in hyperbole 
Like no other would cooking up imagery
My soul's eyes view colossally
To dwell in her secretive aerie 

Gladly will I toast words 
The day I put on the way to the altar 
And put off the doubt of timing birds 
Which could rent my pen to halter 
Then find in my pieces buzzwords 

Oh! When she  shall finally accept
Our loves been one, may err
And we shall not be affected 
Then poet's love for her  
Till the end of time will never be defeated

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