Shirlena
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THE "make me believer"A Poem by Shirlenaa god of sorts |
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be glad you cameA Poem by Shirlenadidn't ask for nuthinwanted you to be pleased with your own arrivalnever say that your arm was in danger of being twistedfull outlady I was born to be.. |
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YellaA Poem by ShirlenaI'm mellowI'm yellowedhappy I'm not living foreveryone elsebut I am living for somebody...la de da deI'm here for who so ever is here for mewho ta' ne.. |
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profoundA Poem by Shirlenalooks down sight capturing cerulean with lips aimed her eyes upwardly intense skin surrounded… touched with a raven wash…of.. |
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spoken forA Poem by Shirlenawant it to be heard with basins of verbiage told like a desperate yen for somebody nose tight to a merchandise window shopping hungrily .. |
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talk about itA Poem by Shirlenaself |
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defective...sins prodigyA Poem by Shirlenareally… inefficient matter if backs were ripped wounds cried out with voices of searing strain…agony I like being this way .. |
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stopping right hereA Poem by Shirlenagotchu now |
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Click clique clackA Poem by Shirlenanot following a crowd into detriment |
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that your violin is screamingA Poem by Shirlenaso sad |
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