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Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak
Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.
Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.
Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.
Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
The cock may crowat the break of dawnhopeful we are for,tomorrow’s sun…There are times I think about leavingand where I will belost in my sleepOn…
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