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Futurist
Futurist
A 18 Year Old Songwriter & Poet
The dry orange leaves fall from tall trees Carried by a blowing wind This season has the softest breeze The season where the coats are thin The season where the snowflakes fall The season that you hang with kin And buy gifts from the shopping mall The season of the dying weeds And distant relatives coming in The season children cough and sneeze This season’s the season when
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
The Season When
Big ***** Sister I Won't Judge You Cause Ya Skin Tone, Or Shape Of Your Anatomy, Waist Size, Cause Ya Waist Line, Don't Matter To Me, Only Personality At least In My Reality..
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
True Beauty Within
Beauty is of the colors in the garden of fruit, You are beautiful from the texture to the bottom of your roots, Oh so beautiful I lust for your flavor, Beauty is of the twinkle in your eyes that remind me of the stars, I see you shine in the night from the light on my walls, Oh how I wish upon you, Beauty is of the soul I see inside you, If it's too late can I just get time too call you beautiful..
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Beautiful Phenom