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Intelligent minds

Cry me the blues
Im left with apeal
Cast away the regret
I sing you my share
Constant depression
Shined my eyes
To carry away your pain
In a bubble, it pops
In my thoughts
Streams an essance
I want to carry in my veins
Write it down
On this sheet of paper
Making brief inspiration for
A soon artist
One to be immune to all creativity
Letting go of all I have left
Laking the intelligence of another
I want in my veins
To repear

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