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Let's say don't come here.

 It's not for you but for a criminal that peeks every now and then The villain who tries to play a game again. He thinks he is  God  But I know he is a Fraud. Brainwashing the people existing here to stay calm and safe. Lure them with fake spiritualism  And the stupid talk show. For some he is guru for some he is bro He pretends to be cool  But he knows he is an actual fool. Now he will read it and get angry  Thinking I am egoistic and behave melancholically I know his pattern.  He is just a hollow person That's why he hears only his voice  And getting played with himself  For whatever play he sets to betray. He thinks he is humble but no he is not  He is just a jealous doll Trying to keep others in control. It's just a trailer. The real God will punish him  The way he has never thought!
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potion

Not every medicine comes in a bottle. Some come bare. Some come in wrapping. Some spray care. Some bring napping. But none healed me Since you left my Aristotle. That's how I realised not every medicine comes in bottle. Some come in glass. Some come in steel. Some help it pass. Some help us feel. But no prescription saved my soul, Or taught me how to stand alone. Your absence made the pieces whole, And turned the fracture into stone."
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loud and Clear

From his first kiss to the last wish he bears, It's me, Pretty loud and clear. From his first love to his last affair, It's me,Pretty loud and clear. From finding him to leaving him there, It's me, Pretty loud and clear. From promising marriage to wedding elsewhere, It's me, Pretty loud and clear. From his biggest strength to now his fear, It's me, Pretty loud and clear. From his birthday wish to his deathcare, It's me, Pretty loud and clear.
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You are not mine

 Take away my life  What I am holding If you are not mine  The seed said.... Owner smiled and Patted  Hid it under moist sand. Kept in Warm shady sun  And put a soul to unseen body bun. The seed got a life. But destiny said other time.. The owner Killed the life  Life of fruits. And the roots He ate the heart and soulful part. Nothing was left behind. Now it's your turn ... Hi ...seed  Do you want  A new life?
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Canvas

Hold bruises of pencil, Marks of brush Covered in paint. A silicon layer Telling the story of  her. It's the bruises of time Marks of life Covered with lies  A layer of fake faces. Hidden behind smile. Holding tears. Missing what's lost . white base tinted skin Just like a New piece . Who is the canvas?  Let's Call.... Call her canvas  not just doll.
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Monograph

She is a journal Of unheard desires. Copenhagen garden Layering fires. Tangled knots With anchor bites. You never opened What she hides. She is a diary Of bare lines, Veiling enigmas And cloaked lies. A rugged cover  with tanned pages,  Holds all the worth  The world desires.
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Riddle

 I am a plushie. But I'll lose my bounce  if you touch me. I may be sweet. But I will loose my life  If you taste me. Wondering who I am ? Cotton candy ..... Yes I am hairy  Oh ! heat played it's turn  Melted the sugar Made it fun.
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