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More dreams than a mind could Hold

This story has yet to Unfold

I am pure Love

Yet I’m feeling Cold

She has no Dreams

So my dreams to her I Sold

A prophet acts before he Tells

Spray paint the walls with your spirit & forever Rebel

This life can be endless beauty or it can terminal Hell

So let this poem guide you & bring you out of your Shell

You have so much potential more than anyone could ever state, label or Tell

You are the prized winner of life like ; Nobel

If you’re looking for me i’ll be with Michelle at the Motel writing poems that are so Swell

Full of Errors & Misspells yet they shine like the fires of Hell