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Kashish
Goodbye my twisted fantasies,
My words, I once held dear
My love for every thought in print,
Some written not so clear.
Although I’m a poet,
Life must begin another phase
When rhymes consume each peaceful moment,
Then quickly fade away.
I never once just scribbled a poem
For vanity or fame
Like so many with no talent
Who just write then sign a name
300 is my number
A boundary set for end of game
More than just a number
The end of what I say
Poems are born from words of heart
I’ve had my glory days
So goodnight my fellow poets
My pen is finally put away
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