Limz Hope Poetry 4

Go home, go home. Don't follow Rome. You are a street preacher, but do you confess, or are you possessed with hesitation like an Xbox game on a PlayStation?


Go home, go home. Don't follow Rome. If you are stuck, then just remember the game of freeze. It was just a game, so can you count with me? One, two.

Got you. Jumping to Mars, then to Venus—it was great. Back to Earth, I was late for the delivery. It was a parcel, a present brought for me.

I opened the brown box. It was a mirror, and on the back, the words were engraved: "Thank you for reading Limz Hope Poetry."
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