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Scary love

He was a young man A lonely soul An accident took all those He loved The parents, the family And left him With a big heart empty. He was a young man A thousand miles away In hiding, working hard … Continue reading

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Late

He is late As usual She is late Unusual She remembers Their first date He was late And usual is Established! He is late As usual She is late Unusual He remembers Their first argument Their fear She was late … Continue reading

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Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the Song goes for the baby in cradle Hush baby hush No! No sneezing now No coughing either Hush baby hush Your dada’s sleeping an’ Your mama’s missing Shopping Meeting a lover Meeting a … Continue reading

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Revenge

A moment of anger A desire of pain To hurt Passes unrecognised A child in between A baby unborn To end Passes unrecognised The revenge of Consumed souls In love and hate Discarded a blooded sheet The innocent moon withers … Continue reading

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Classical … typical

At the door she stood Half naked the light went through Her see through open robe Half open to be accurate Occurred to me as I was Half listening to her stream Of words, a self held Conversation. How typical … Continue reading

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Perfect week

Perfect week That’s the week I met you Perfect week That’s the week You smiled at me Perfect week That’s the week We kissed First time of many Perfect week That’s the week You told me You loved me Perfect … Continue reading

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Sitting

Sitting in his car Waiting Writing his memoir Waiting She is negotiating a deal She is working her magic She is no slave But enslaved by circumstance. Prostituting your Body or Prostituting your Soul fool She would always say When … Continue reading

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