I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
although this poem feels a bit amateurish i must say the concepts behind this poem is there. we do fake and we do have to believe in ourselves and what we do. and i think fate is fluid so the decisions we make are constantly changing our future.
although this poem feels a bit amateurish i must say the concepts behind this poem is there. we do fake and we do have to believe in ourselves and what we do. and i think fate is fluid so the decisions we make are constantly changing our future.
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