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It’s nowhere near
being about the wage
I just have to perform
on stage,
Let my imagination off
the cage,
Prevent the
accum..
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What’s with the fuss?
Black and white all is
right.
It’s what defines our
day and our night.
How could a day not be..
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I am…
The people’s poet,
The divisor between
the good and the bad
S.J.GAMA
Xtdo, the son of DaGama
I am…
..
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No! Stupidity is not a disability nor
mentality but morality,
It is brain turbidity, reasoning mortality.
It is what we chose to be.
I..
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His heart is bleeding,
Stubbed by the desire
of leading,
His
thoughts out of his range,
Calls for nothing but
to change,
The w..
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This poem is about an angelic gal that a boy meets and cannot explain what he sees, he tries to get her sister to help him cope with the love burning ..
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Into this ocean of
love we might have dived too deep,
Your attention has
turned into a stampede, like a cockpit it impedes my reel.
Undercover..
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this poem is sacarstic about life events such that it promotes the doing but actually trying to hult them.
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Dear
friend...Oh! So I see the
trend.
Keep smiling at my betrayal…
Keep boasting with denial…
My mixed emotions will one ..
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In pain, it was almost
like she’s insane
In vain, her words
suggested he must run.
In the rain, with no
sympathy but only a gun..
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