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You ask me poem

I can’t be emotionally strong every time
Writing poems need a strong emotion in weak
To wreck all words of heart into parody
To synchronize all parody into the tune of nightingale
That touches the heart and to prongs your heart.

You ask me to write the poem
I will arrange all thy profession’s natures into my keen
That glorifies your world above the crest of Mts Everest-
And hide the grime of thy traits below the depth of deep
To precast you from your pedigree’s world-

You asked me the poem
But I had given you lines
That monarch can read
 Half-wit livings can understand
And thou can connect with my wrong
Making all my words into false statement


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