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if your heart once skipped a beat, That's a pulse missing, No oxygenated blood flow, Veins empty as heart left in vain, Love have arrived. We die a bit, skips a bit, only to be reborn in a stranger's shoulders, Love is the problem and the solution. It creeps in like a seed, For sure you will water it With tear drop from heart break to miscommunications. The seed grows The seed glows.

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC

Suicidal Love

if your heart once skipped a beat, That's a pulse missing, No oxygenated blood flow, Veins empty as heart left in vain, Love have arrived. We die a bit, skips a bit, only to be reborn in a stranger's shoulders, Love is the problem and the solution. It creeps in like a seed, For sure you will water it With tear drop from heart break to miscommunications. The seed grows The seed glows.

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There were days Where *** was love where human bodies use to bond like atoms before condoms formed a fluid block like the gates to heaven. There were days where *** came before safety And love was in the skin Then *** arrived. Okay Kids... See... there were days Where bodies interlocked like chains A hook so electrifying love had no boundaries. and we use to call that 'HUGS' There were days where month spited glorious venom between chicks There were days where Hands hugged and moved, the world stood still. With a spot light on a Red Carpet COVID-19 arrived, blood on the floor.

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC

COVID-19 arrived on Red carpet

There were days Where *** was love where human bodies use to bond like atoms before condoms formed a fluid block like the gates to heaven. There were days where *** came before safety And love was in the skin Then *** arrived. Okay Kids... See... there were days Where bodies interlocked like chains A hook so electrifying love had no boundaries. and we use to call that 'HUGS' There were days where month spited glorious venom between chicks There were days where Hands hugged and moved, the world stood still. With a spot light on a Red Carpet COVID-19 arrived, blood on the floor.

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One day I will tell my kids the story of how the sun became a weapon burning us to ashes. how ballute papers were suicide notes as we put a cross next the face we handed out souls to. how every voter Got crucified in their own crosses. how Lucifer is the holy one, Africa have became a twisted colony of evil. But my kids will know the stories of how we were condemned for complaining after spending centuries of oppression. They will know how our enemies gave us a religion that said we must forgive our enemies, the irony. **** it, I will show my kids the ocean, the only grave that took our forefathers during the slavery ships, since pyramids were crafted in our souls called the triangular trade.

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Mar 8, 2019

Mar 8, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC

Goodnight stories with nightmares

One day I will tell my kids the story of how the sun became a weapon burning us to ashes. how ballute papers were suicide notes as we put a cross next the face we handed out souls to. how every voter Got crucified in their own crosses. how Lucifer is the holy one, Africa have became a twisted colony of evil. But my kids will know the stories of how we were condemned for complaining after spending centuries of oppression. They will know how our enemies gave us a religion that said we must forgive our enemies, the irony. **** it, I will show my kids the ocean, the only grave that took our forefathers during the slavery ships, since pyramids were crafted in our souls called the triangular trade.

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building news Scientists discovered a heart lost in the bemuda triangle. far offshore was a man drowning in love for sure the ocean was Valencia. a curvy woman, he rose with tides as his hands hope to hold her. breaking news Love is a conspiracy theory formed in the chest like the triangular trade, we are slaves to our hearts. slowly dying in the hands of the ignorant. in other news insecurities are like sharks' caudal fins , tipping in our visibilities everytime we hide it. Love comes when it's least expected.

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Mar 8, 2019

Mar 8, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC

News.

building news Scientists discovered a heart lost in the bemuda triangle. far offshore was a man drowning in love for sure the ocean was Valencia. a curvy woman, he rose with tides as his hands hope to hold her. breaking news Love is a conspiracy theory formed in the chest like the triangular trade, we are slaves to our hearts. slowly dying in the hands of the ignorant. in other news insecurities are like sharks' caudal fins , tipping in our visibilities everytime we hide it. Love comes when it's least expected.

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every Love poem I write feels like a suicide note, as I let a part of me find another home. love articulates a passionate soul caged in my ribs wrestling with every beat to break free. Some say if U love a flower don't pick it coz it will die, so I planted mine next to yours. for the roots to meet beneath the Earth's surface.

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Feb 24, 2019

Feb 24, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC

LOVE

every Love poem I write feels like a suicide note, as I let a part of me find another home. love articulates a passionate soul caged in my ribs wrestling with every beat to break free. Some say if U love a flower don't pick it coz it will die, so I planted mine next to yours. for the roots to meet beneath the Earth's surface.

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Too many demons to face this January, already feels like hell in my brain. Time to open the gate and let evil run lose. Too many Angels knocking, Too many Angels starving, My food for thoughts are always poisonous. Emergency Evacuation Not enough _Time_

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC

Free Mind

Too many demons to face this January, already feels like hell in my brain. Time to open the gate and let evil run lose. Too many Angels knocking, Too many Angels starving, My food for thoughts are always poisonous. Emergency Evacuation Not enough _Time_

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I'm used to the smell of smoke, I have watched many bridges burning in my past, that's why I never heard when my dreams burn to ashes. all the pages and passion raised by flames carried by wind, I have inhaled my own death.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC

Fire in the field

I'm used to the smell of smoke, I have watched many bridges burning in my past, that's why I never heard when my dreams burn to ashes. all the pages and passion raised by flames carried by wind, I have inhaled my own death.

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the moment I lay my eyes on you, it was like putting another stone on stomp, I buried your soul from the first heavy stair like I'm extracting your innocence, this is how I became a fisher of men. Using words to finish what lord made. All we do is Catch fish. The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in. Next.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC

*Fuck-Boys* The only lost souls with Direction

the moment I lay my eyes on you, it was like putting another stone on stomp, I buried your soul from the first heavy stair like I'm extracting your innocence, this is how I became a fisher of men. Using words to finish what lord made. All we do is Catch fish. The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in. Next.

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I saw the story of creation unfold before my face, voices of masses screaming vows before the lord. like the last meal, this is how the end began. With words like stones exchanged between families in a divorce court.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC

From Vows to Violence

I saw the story of creation unfold before my face, voices of masses screaming vows before the lord. like the last meal, this is how the end began. With words like stones exchanged between families in a divorce court.

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It was the 7th day when evil invaded our skins, God resting as they wrestle to pull a trigger of genesis, the big bang felt like a genocide, on this day the altar was on fire.

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC

The 7th Day

It was the 7th day when evil invaded our skins, God resting as they wrestle to pull a trigger of genesis, the big bang felt like a genocide, on this day the altar was on fire.

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