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outside the world, i'm the one screamed.voices in my head, unkept words, do i keep.to me, this world? -F-brothel of sin - way wicked, sicked & che..
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~a gurl ain't no b***h. she's not even any object at all. she's something that keeps running over us men's head 24x7 like a weed, drinking..
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her body a marked deck of shaded card,disoriented, shuffled, & staredby the master of its sea;soul - a glamour of enigmawell caressed & smooch..
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under the semen of winter,the hum of spring she brings& ov'r the chum of summer,i imbue sy saffron w/ hi coloringssome may call 'tis love --an ill..
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day starts with ladies;lone nights ended at homes.they all good daughters of bad daddies& their love --- a fire in cold storms.i ain't understand ..
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i know am being wrong. can't ya make me right?i used to take kif sinsemilla in guise of your high-sighs.do i call me writer? or an erotic flirt?i writ..
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it's easy to be lost. but hard being naive.once you're fallen, your life's on reave.i ain't know this world nor the world de' knows me.half of my life..
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call me yo b*****d. i ain't no your pastor.i do read bible in love with slave master.you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster.then bring me damn troubl..
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i know the chapter.but never learn it twice.a book's more like ladythat i oft. read every midnight..then do i understand the price of her nights'but s..
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she's gonna danceallnight.loosen up your feet along with hers.just don't make yourself look like a foolby loosing a sil' control of yours.she can be t..
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