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The remembrance of people -can be captured in memories.Once written-and-read; changed-or-unchangedlike her diapers of stories -Untold & uncleared ..
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happy rose day or may be, a propose day?why i love red? - your lips wear it & playblindfolded in love, you better do praywhat next is to come, don..
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a quarrel between reality & dreams;
her beauty with poison? or love - a kerosene?
kisses on lips & smooches, procllene;
& the drama in ..
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she's an optical phenomenon to heartthat has my sights & soul blurred.the more i tryna see her,the more i find me absurd.every touchè of he..
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she's like an open book that everyone loves reading', thou' only a few understand
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was standing in a "zone"and that is called "smoking"many people camebut the one - she - was "rocking"i was standing by her sidewas she standing by min..
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broken, sabotaged, & shattered but dreamed,life is a lesson, & love's to teachits chapters in words with bitterness, i drinkonce i am alive, t..
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Long hair. Wow hi-heels.Seducing men like "Wagon-Wheels"Gurls in short skirts w/ prophecychasin' on men or they gonna bew/ proper zeal & trocheesg..
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Whether it's C-cocktail or M-mocktail,her love's like dark chocolate.Not only tastes good but lift my moodAlikely saying: "Bliss Of Solitude" -Insatia..
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Every new gurl that i meetwith the pleasure of heat& the beat of her blitzgets me half drunk into the canal of s**t.Drawn & being drained with..
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