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Energy dropped but we went further
Into strides pep talking each other
There was no one but you, remember
How we made it through the weather
Not individual but together
Growing love as gold we gather
Why will I keep the gold diggers
Or have a long queue as my lovers
It is you I found, am no scouter
Stop struggling to be the winner
You are grappling with none other
But you; counting in serial order
Why grapple for the first number
When it is just you and no other.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
