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Every year we look forward to next
Speak of the Devil, December is here
But it has not a spark of decency
Taking many lives, at the final lap
You may not truly comprehend
Or understand the gravity
And the large vacuum it does create
Until it snatches someone close to you.
Her intimacy For long has clogged my head What an ecstasy In reality she moans With her behind on my bed. ©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent…
To you this man is an encyclopedia Because his eyes are vision impede And he wears a frame looking so nerd Hence to you; he…
I wear a mask not to pretend But to find peace, defending earth. I wear a mask not for fashion Nor for the fun but…
I got a red bone and a boiling blood Not for China alone but wicked folks Who sailed into the great shores of our lands…
So true! I hold my breath every year at this time… thinking “ is my turn?… will it be my loved one?”. Well said!
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On point
Thank you
Am happy you can relate
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🙏🏽
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