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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
All of my life, I have had a million hugs But none has been felt like this one she brings Where our bodies touch to…
Clustering in unity Representing my community Proud of my identity… I am the black tamarind plum I am not just small But mighty, ask my…
Love is a snake they said Wicked it is in one word So be careful when it hisses Not all are meant for kisses. I…
No matter how You paint A wrongdoing, In the right time, It will always Come out bad. So push me away From your cold arm…
