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			<title>drunk</title>
			<description>Give me single on the rocksListen to me as I tell you about someone who took me back to my past to help drag my mind to the present to wipe off visions off my futurethe one with stars as eyes, her smile cool as ice wow!! What a creatureShe is fragile inside but I admire her physical featureA..</description>
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			<title>censored</title>
			<description>Tongues locked and no garment wornHeat increasing someone is turned onLove making,result of a heart wonNo latex no rubber manufacturing our first bornSweet is her taste from lip,c**t to teetRoom dimmely lit and like two stones rubbing we produce heatShe is the cheerleader I'm playing a G..</description>
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			<title>journey</title>
			<description>I alone walks along a long roadNarrow, dark with terror and sorrow but still I carry the loadScared, sun scotched, road ahead blurredBy pain red flagged, no difference between friends and enemies a path from others differentHair standing straight adrenaline pumping, blood overloading the aff..</description>
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			<title>Africa's low self-esteem</title>
			<description>Africa's low self esteemI was an African before the Lord's prayerSlayer of the roots, blood-wet soil bitter the fruitsBrute force, forced into armed forces to forcefully suppressOppressed by her own mindBlind to the truth, tooth of wisdom tookShook and awed by ways of the pagansWagons ..</description>
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			<title>Sonnet 1000</title>
			<description>Dawn was accompanied by a lovely breeze air into the lungs with easePetals eye catching, beauty to make one speak in tongues with awe.Mood merry like a dog off the leashWhat eyes saw was the reason behind the dropped jawWomb feeling joy was from floor to the ceilingJoy abundant in a river ..</description>
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