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Kouassi Stephane

Updated: Sat, 10 Nov 2018 04:32 pm

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Biography

I come from Ivory coast which is located in Western Africa. I'm 24 and I enjoy reading and writing about everything. I'm currently a full time student in Aerospace engineering at Wolverhampton University.

Samples

Basileus Slay some dragons Rest for more Non identified falcons Dust in chest Stretch the walls Gallops with horse Pledge for goals Sleep in nest Wallops some ions Neck full straight Flirt with mess Proffer body armor Battle the chess When sun loses weight Move a pion Where is the maid of My honor ? Nasty switches Toes to toes Inches to inches With the damned, I am lying. The good looking changeling . Diagonal III: Solitary Sonata This is a sonata Cringe worthy and dismal Persona non grata Loud noisy for Van gogh’s ears In a Lisa Mona’s eye Thunderbolt at hospital Girl’s skirt fly, Leviosa . Hunted houses are no more curse Turn off the lightbulb Mycosis eats some lung On the corner of an gulp Because she remember The whisky is to flirt The false December And mirror the suburb The high heels of a new year Head scarlet as Mephistopheles In his hand, a letter to support my buttress Plunged in the dark shade of his navy blue’s eyes Looking to this mindset in a Faustian way It’s time to rest in the haze of gray Take the pirogue to navigate and meander Until it hits a bottle’s border The borderline of personality disorder . As soon as the moon refuses to surrender And our last blossom roses are gone And the sky disputes such manner For the wild Somebody puke in a spoon Home has a charm when there is no noise around To catch a residue of nugget gold To capture a photo with all four walls With an hope to not get cold Is the purpose of life But as the hourglass hits the bottom The bones melt in the bottle . Meaningless , meaningless everything is meaningless . The quiet souls The quiet souls, A minority. No one hears their sonority , This brightful folly. A Will-o-the wisp That whispers though history Of hours and humanity. Don’t cry. Otherwise, the sky will fall behind This large ocean is not the limit You can overcome the stressful time And let your spirit runs your mind Run and never stop to idealize the horizon Wait a minute for the next sunrise. But don’t get stuck for a while Because the black hole can sympathizes Until it aspires your heart. I know that you think, therefore you are Look! Jupiter and Venus move together My favorite balls, Forever and never they will fall Even if the spring shatters their temper They will be summered with love-feast. My Jupiter and Venus always rebound for the best, No bestiality in their chest, Living is retaining your breath, Until your little sweet heart Beats the time, this beast. Between minutes, The quiet soul moves to a space

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