Short Preoccupy Poems

My eyes transmute to dark, forest greens.

(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)

She's beautiful, nothing at all like me.

I make acrimonious convictions about her, and 

sadly, it provides me with such relief. 

I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness;

I am desirous of who you are....

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The power of persistence,
ponders on perfection,
poverty pertains to people,
with partial privileges,
possessing parallel postures,
pursuing a proper position,
practicing profitable participations,
putting this potently poetically,
pursuing to press on powerfully,
penalty and punishment preoccupy
prisoners of pain....

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