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random thoughts turn into poems sometime...
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Some days I feel driven by the need to get the thoughts out...
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I wrote this poem when I found out, it seems, that there are some who never leave the cafe...
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YOU AWAKENED ME FOR SEX, RESPONDING, I TURNED,
ONLY TO SEE THE LED SOUNDLESSLY BLARING- 4:53,
I SETTLED UNDER YOUR SMOOTH, HARD MUSCULATURE,
YO..
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one morning while riding the NYC Subway, with eveyone deep into their Newspapers, a Woman-(Deranged it appeared) entered into our car, she was ranting..
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while riding the bus home one day, and being 'rapped' to, as we referred to it back in the day...
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feeling trapped in a relationship
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needing to feel that I am more than I am
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Odes to Loves
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when we think it's luv...
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