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This was once the floor I laid
Whom I craved and so adored…
One I was hundred percent sure
Until it mixed my baking flour
With beautiful ashes and dust
Covering gun powder and rust.
Hence, I am a running fly
Running from sorrows and lies
Pouring down like southern rain
Served as cakes, to wash my brain
On and by the floor, where I lie
Is a place I never wish to die.
I envision every lady Ripe for marriage as a juice; And as it stands, just as juice You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”. I know…
Like fire, demons and hell Blazing, I often err Yes, am not an Angel. Do not worry my dear Sometimes I may not jell Or…
For rewards of fruits I will say the truth; Nothing but the truth Hello Nigerians Send on an errand Mentally sound minds Not vegetables Or…
Have you ever had moments That aren’t about regrets Nor desiring time rewind So to undo an ill act… Have you ever had a rage…
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