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My madness

Without a passport I travel

To lands of my own

To a world that does not require

A paper or a big loan

But you must bring a bit of madness

And love for fingers covered in paint

Hair so messy

And people who can appreciate

The madness within

 

Poetry

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee

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