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we still remain in the pastA Poem by WeeIn the present we don't exist the oxygen differs from our previous. The future is dead |
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Fun under the cloudsA Poem by WeeHere we meet my beautiful . To share a passionate moment One that's only destined for now. |
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Angel from the SunsetA Poem by Weemy heart melts for an angel 'til the dusk of day I seek.' |
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Mind Of A Hustler.A Poem by Weecreative thoughts from a abnormal mind |
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Friends Till The EndA Poem by Weededication to those I call my friends this is a poem for friends to motivate one another. |
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Uncle Sam The Pimp!A Poem by WeeFreedom of expression as I the artist paint a vision just a humble vision. |
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I Can't hear your voiceA Poem by Weemy prayer i prayed to God one night |
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Gift of chaptersA Poem by WeeEveryone's life is a book (opinion) #past,present,Unkown. At one time or another every human goes through a period of struggle |
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Time Belongs to GodA Poem by Weeoften man who is a creation by God, a warrior a midst his peers on this battle field known as earth, will foolishly worry and stress about the subject.. |
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Path through the dark forestA Chapter by Weesouls of foolery reside in the dark forest, tricksters if you will. |
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