Khulored ninnies.

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This rouge

Red,

turned jaundice

at the sight of

Cyan.

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Boundl3ss

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If love and life is shared, that what has anger and hate against all of it.

It has to be a balancing factor,

coz one way or another, its all scales to me:

that never tips and but weighs the volume of.

😀😁😎🤔😀😁🤔😀😁

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 45

Parleyed inks.

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“Since when did u tried composition on me?”

said the white paper to ticonderoga.

“I tried so hard to tell him, at least he knows your value.”

ticonderoga replied.

“I am cheaper, expendable and please do remember his love before and after.”

Both white paper and the pencil glared too hard at that filler paper, and both in unison shouted.

“You will die, if you dont shut up.”

🤔😐😑🤔😑🤔😐😎

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 48

In unison.

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Fate bore my faith.

Destiny slew my trust,

but betrayals do earn

what i know to believe

😁😀😃😂🤐😮😥😄😎😀😃

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 77

Dreaming in style

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While the hands do click clock tock,

i do sleep in varied positions,

yet my hands are bound the covers i am in.

All that is inflammed are my dreams,

which it said,

“were r u?”

😁😀😎😂😂

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 80

UNV8K

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The long and winding road is not that of fate,

destiny calls of it.

Yet shortcuts does make it more easier and fun,

but fate does live in it.

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 81

Tag, your it.

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Do all destinies come with a price tag,

While fate checks us out in a single file on the weight of the wait of our green paper.

😁😃😀😄😎😂😮😮😥

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 82