UNV7j

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Do the ever have equality with all flames,

erstwhile then the ocean gloats over its brine

to all and does meet on all ports of

sandy beach resorts.

😁😃😥😎😅😏😙🙄😶

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 83

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UNV6h

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Has fire ever respected water.

And when does the wind scatter,

while all the ashes blows into the sands of time.

😁😂🤐😮😃😀😎😄😥😣😅😚

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 84

Sweet sweet lines

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Break me a line,

while no quatrain can follow.

Follow that rubber stanza,

then you’d know there would be no refrain

to any chorus that at least,

stacattoed but did even go to its tempo.

😁😀😎😚😙😆😉😊😋😋😐😑

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 86

Burned at sight.

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To see beyond sight,

in the forest that burns bright. . .

I saw it looked at me,

so fearful for his life.

Still it thinks Iam an anti-gonistic in nature,

for it was at home

it only needs to depend to defend and I was

the one to offend,

doesnt matter how i try to be gullible about

fear of it and by it…

So please lets not,

burn the night coz

its symmetry does

shine ever bright.

At midnight in the forest

of my twilight night.

😅😁😉😊😇☺😅😁😉😊☺

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles

A ghost in my system

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that moans deep,

asks for sleep.

That never dies,

as soon my i open my eye.

Is it me,

or is it inside me that can

and will me love an undying one,

that will never stop.

coz this one

gloats

floats,

until the clothes meddle

under the doobie that

scooby and shaggy,

they will not stop until, no more scooby snack.

Qui- phu- lou- ge3.

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Think not of the last,

when was the last,

did it last?

But when to and not how to think,

Where were your beating heart,

alas mine went out from my longest and lovely farts.