Sprinkled Words Of Poetry

The candle burns the hour hand turns as i group together words to make another poetry verse.
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the hearse wont be my final destination, because after earths works ill burst up heavens stairs.
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right now im leaving scrolls an scripts on the page putting lyrics on a stage before its time to age.
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going through motions of leaving emotions meaningful devotions of my own made potions.
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leaving trademarks like skaters on skate parks flying through the air call it firework display sparks. 
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got love for all poets on this sight keep the flames alight an dont let it get burnt out by any dark night.