what's poesies
I see fantasies.,
rhyme seem crime
and so no rhythm
no meter, no syllable
pattern, but I rain
words of pain
words of gaiety in caparison
of pleasant lines
of course, all seemed
to be blessing in disguise
and so I mask my face
all the time so as to please
my acquaintances
so., you see I'm such a moron
I set to pen my thoughts
in the camouflage of free writings....
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