Poem by Marc Aupiais
If I could write my life;
A hero, I would be,
Cautious as a cat!
A hero, hidden seeing;
Not deceived by life!
Black ink splodges on and sp-l-ashes,
On my page,
Ashen now!
If I could die myself into a book!
An adventure I would write!
My enemies Blackest evil;
The sort some people;
Think quite good!
And if I could write a book;
Magic repellent on me; quite sprayed!
Keeping the wrong sort far-far away;
If I could write myself;
Splodges of ink, upon a page!
Dear.. I think you'd be a question,
For me to make,
My lover, perhaps,
Or my enemy!
DEEpest sort of enemy!~
Which; love, do you seem;
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