My life in poetry

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There are no words in my poetry
I believe, it has no beginning and end
Fall asleep while imaginations fly
You can read but you can't understand

I believe,there is no rhythm than pulse
It will be pure than my filthy heart
It has more power than my bones
I live in that poetry and I never die

My dream, my love, my lust, and my sin
All that define each lines with rhyme
Every day my tears will polish them
My secret hides in the meaning

While l write each lines with blood 
My hope suicides in those lines
Came by the memories and the feelings
It will live beyond the centuries, till love dies

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