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I am only a girl
And I have been through hell
He holds me so closely
Caressing me dearly…
His grip is firm and huge
In him I seek refuge
I am like the musical
Cruel case of Africa
Playing to master’s touch
Whose kneel I made my couch
Symmetry in Nature
Altered in the future
Fetching nothing but pain
“Ti’s for the best”; he claims.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
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