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6:35 pm, the bus 18 she embussed Black hair and her wack friend, who’s got him enraged “Enemy of Progress”! You see, he & her are like mix-match
By Henry-Hilson2 years ago in Poets
Thoughts racing through me Like the drip, Iv fluid & the blood bag racing through me When mama had to run downtown, racing through fear
My Pain. Do you understand my pain? Please do not entreat my plain with disdain. There are some moon shaped cells in my body,
By Henry-Hilson4 years ago in Poets
Last time we had dialogue was seconds ago I own you, but it doesn't seem like you'll let me go Without life, is the only way, I shall be rid of you
Pleasure to my soul and mind Let death and life take its toll, I don’t mind Her voice is as beauty to my ears How calm she’s made me feel all these years
Zero Consistency, Is failure imminent? Wondering all about the inevitable Why does temptation seem to be consistent? Back and forth, Hypocrisy all I see! Is this unchangeable?
I Drown in thoughts for my well being Seeking for solutions, am I growing or am I stagnant? Will the opportunity show itself while I am still living?
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