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Purest Form    
Poetry in the NOW    
Words dancing on a teardrop    
Metaphors that explore concepts    
Derived from a soul touched by sUN●LIte    
Gave my 3rd €¥€ extraordinary Sight    
The will to be a victor in any of my plights    
I'm less bark more bite    
Using sonar like a vampire bat at night  
With the tendencies to eat a poem like a GREAT WHITE    
At times I confess the images I paint    
Offer realities of casualties abnormalities lost in discarded themes    
Where messages wander like homeless people    
Lingering from a dirty desire    
Leaving you with a effort you have to admire    
So much Gratitude it's Earth , Wind &Fire    
Platinum wires sparking Braincells that    
Thirst for wishing wellsprings that hydrate the soul    
Money is worth nothing without Gold    
Just like truths bought and sold    
From a youth who was taught the world was cold    
So from 3D visions from the eye's of    
Of a Hurricane storm    
That formulated in the    
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