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HerA Poem by MoHer, With Mahogany Skin and soft burnt umber eyes, Smells of lavender, honey and sweet cocoa, Moves like a fluid celestial being, Hips, strong and.. |
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Who knew?A Poem by MoWho knew something as sweet and rich as honey, could burn lips so bad? Something as melodious as a choir of angels, could set a soul so mad. Somet.. |
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This BlacknessA Poem by MoThis blackness is not a curse Cyanide does not ooze from my pores Nor do you need to follow me around stores This blackness is not an omen My .. |
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