A Blister Of Fate Poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester

A Blister Of Fate

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All is but the name,
You keep it for fame,
Am an observer! ,

But it's nice to be,
For the great it does to me,
Am a victim!

I curse you my stew,
I found you hard to chew,
Am a patient!

Oh, here we join,
To explore the groin,
Call us AN EXPERT!

Love is a blister of fate,
When it hurt then you hate,
So am a poet!

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