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I'm a closed book with no pictures outside Whenever someone tries to open me I tear I wish I was like others who don't get affected by the rain ..

On a Sunday and the mind is holly Somewhat teleported to a lofty place Arty like Leonardo and humorous as the mind of William Shakespeare Poe..

There's fire in my crown; Dead thoughts have been cremated With my rib cage frozen with memories I recall the memoirs my heart wrote Wrought by th..

...mezmerizing the depths of my soul Behind closed curtains we dance to get to our foes You're hitting the spot, river of sweat flowing down the b..

Turtle Waves speak to mine mind Turn these dusty thoughts floral Wash away all the rust and burn all these weeds suffocating me turn what's woode..

The sweet unwrapped at neatly placed in my pocket. The first taste stolen. Hearth broken.

Roses and Gold chains Living ones life stained, and there’s no time to moan-a-lisa But try this, listen: allow this blues of love to touch you..

The wind chases whats on its path, some objects endure Wrestling and toiling with curses and trickery of envious beings Out to destroy, like..

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Rap was born to preach peace and remind fellow brothers of their True self, display rhyme skills.

Something about the beauty of a black lady!