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i get pleasure

 
I get pleasure
Becomes angry
And h*rny too
By the ideas
Conceived
By me at work
Or leisure
Give me a pen
And paper
As I have to
*j*c*l*t*
In black and white
On the face
Of the earth
Experiences  
The beauty
The truth
Moulded
In my heart
And turned  
Into heat
And power
Generated
By the motion
And friction
Of an excessive energy
To release
To calm down
Come out   
As lava 
With great responsibility.
 
 
 
 
 
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Ashraful Musaddeq More than 1 year ago
love it
Ryan Fitzsimmons More than 1 year ago
Love the imagery!
Cameron Parrish More than 1 year ago
good
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