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Dead People

The inner wall of my eyelids is painted with colors That ooze a story of a people Freed from the shackles of greed Dressed in linens of mirrors So they see ...
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Birth In a Cemetery

Blanket clouds of darkness plastered in the air like graffiti. I push open the black steel gates and I’m greeted by an army of crosses, That spit out a confid...
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Shag it, Screw it

I’m a different kind of broad I don’t want you on my physical, there’s more I want you to explore I want you to do my mind I know I have you all confused le...