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My ill tunes well #SIWOPC

Above the city, hung the moon,
Colourful spots on ground
Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced
With lofty walls around

Below the city I abide
Where fight for shelter
Under these machine toys
Was the pride above my shoulder

Filled in my prayers
Was the day to be accepted
By a passerby
Under the moon
Under my pride
Under my tent
That came to past

By ken

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I am ken by name and I have always lived beside my pen, when I look in my mirror, he stares right back at me, in my sleep i dream of him, in my environment only i see him. He is everywhere i go, then i realized that he is part of me. For a while now we have passed on messages to the world through poetry. I wouldn't want to swap for another instrument because my pen is my friend.

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