Trading mark
Pieces of broken heart.
All that this people like,
Lines that all fire spark.
This is a hero of poems -
Jailed by rage and fury.
People want spend their coins
To die in their sins and bury.
Emotional spirit goes faster,
Spreads everywhere like disaster!
Yes, I would really sale
Poetry that I care!
There is enough poor words,
Letters that nobody wants.
Mystery poetry - one!..
Mystery poetry's gone!
I was a soul-slave,
Now I just don't behave.
This is my trading mark! -
Heart that all painted dark...
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