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-RB
Her face,
Her figure,
Da Bomb.
Her personality,
The Aftermath.
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(Untitled) -RB Her face, Her figure, Da Bomb. Her personality, The Aftermath. |
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(Untitled) -RB Her face, Her figure, Da Bomb. Her personality, The Aftermath. |
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Dis Poetry -Benjamin Zephania Dis Poetry says wid me when I run or walk An when I am talking to meself in poetry talk, Dis Poetry is wid me Below me and above Dis Poetry's from inside me It goes to you wid luv |
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Bumper -Redsun + Chameleon Ba, Ba, Bumper! Kujing'ara mini tight, Fubu Kwa kuwa-a.(Yo!) And let your Bumper! |
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The Emptiness -Shortie The emptiness, the lost souls, The nearer distance made longer, Almost infinity, Depression-elevation made undistinguishable, So is the sight of my memory. The cold summer days in the sun, The dark bright sunny moon, The miners left open mining entrance, So does my body. The stolen precious treasure left unadmired, The hollowed woman's only water bucket, The broken only old man's porridge calabash, The twisted goal keepers arm, So does my heart. Self blame, self hate, Heads up low, The memories of the past, Every step seems repeated, The flash of the past activities, When love goes sore. |