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i'm connoisseur of hearts';will block you somewhere deep in my heart;will take you to the ride of hell in one cell;& arch your body in flames, pas..
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world... full of berries.gardens blessed with cherries.the love be... more like fairies& lovers go pinned in diaries.
their dairies be nev'r read..
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time's not in my handif 'twas, i'd be its friendnot sure, how’d i treat it,but definitely, it had my command.i'd run it the way exactly i wished..
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noone stays the same
as before
thoughts're time machine
& our mind its front - door
memories stay inside
but poor people dang ignored
may be, 't..
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& she calls me sir
i bectha address her ma'am
slavery's what brings obsession
for that,
the salvation, us two thief's sham.
i take her in tight c..
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you lean your faceinto the bowl of my hands, & blushi kiss your chin.hearts beat. we blush.the night stands silent so do we, my loveyou wrap your ..
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instant thoughts'
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i choose mindov'r matter.my heartskips no beatbut mouth...chit chat chattermy thoughts'slip down in wordsbut oft.do i shatter...esp. when ichoosemy mi..
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midnight scribble
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night scribble
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