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The rod,pierce into her soul stamped her soul with silent hatred She trusted them all Started from a sip of wine Down to the corner of her room Left alone to bleed out the pain Disrespecting her independence With horrible violence A student,on her path to greatness Her only crime was her beauty She became mute,even when her mind was as loquacious as a parrot It was just like a dream Until the dream became a reality The reality gave birth to a SCAR A scar she must loved,care for unconditionally Because she is now a mother AYANFE #dedicated to all victims of **** #A bonus from Ayanfe #visit ayanfe.tk for more

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Apr 9, 2017

Apr 9, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC

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The rod,pierce into her soul stamped her soul with silent hatred She trusted them all Started from a sip of wine Down to the corner of her room Left alone to bleed out the pain Disrespecting her independence With horrible violence A student,on her path to greatness Her only crime was her beauty She became mute,even when her mind was as loquacious as a parrot It was just like a dream Until the dream became a reality The reality gave birth to a SCAR A scar she must loved,care for unconditionally Because she is now a mother AYANFE #dedicated to all victims of **** #A bonus from Ayanfe #visit ayanfe.tk for more

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BEAUTIFIED The cynosure of all eyes Her sight enslaved all eyes Captivate all mind Set all heart in motion Just a step at a time, as she set the grace in motion Educating all minds,schooling all thoughts Scrumptious in that gown,as it hugged her in the right modifications Looking "stupid" in the right proportions Erasing all doubts of visible imperfections Directing all souls to that "stupidity" Until we see beyond the appearance A white sepulchre,in her best presentation The pads and the colourful attractions Upgraded her visible imperfection to a celebrated perfection She was just a pondo yam,presenting herself as pounded yam A tale of confusing deception AYANFE

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Apr 2, 2017

Apr 2, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC

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BEAUTIFIED The cynosure of all eyes Her sight enslaved all eyes Captivate all mind Set all heart in motion Just a step at a time, as she set the grace in motion Educating all minds,schooling all thoughts Scrumptious in that gown,as it hugged her in the right modifications Looking "stupid" in the right proportions Erasing all doubts of visible imperfections Directing all souls to that "stupidity" Until we see beyond the appearance A white sepulchre,in her best presentation The pads and the colourful attractions Upgraded her visible imperfection to a celebrated perfection She was just a pondo yam,presenting herself as pounded yam A tale of confusing deception AYANFE

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The stars in your eyes,the happiness that it brings The peace in your smile,the emotions in your laughter The grace you command with your aura Have u ever thought of it, the effect of your present in your absent Wait, do you even notice how the rhythm from your body Send the right harmonics to my heart leading to an instantaneous arrhythmia In each breath ,i can feel your presence.. You are audible even in your silence you are a not my goal,but you are my ambition My passion in every jurisdiction,my compassion in every situation Lost in your attitude,i can get enough of that magnitude I'm not lost of words,its disrespectful to classify that uniqueness I can't call it perfect,cos perfection is the new beautiful Since every lady is believe to be beautiful You are not just good looking,you are beautiful in every aspect of your life Just for you

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC

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The stars in your eyes,the happiness that it brings The peace in your smile,the emotions in your laughter The grace you command with your aura Have u ever thought of it, the effect of your present in your absent Wait, do you even notice how the rhythm from your body Send the right harmonics to my heart leading to an instantaneous arrhythmia In each breath ,i can feel your presence.. You are audible even in your silence you are a not my goal,but you are my ambition My passion in every jurisdiction,my compassion in every situation Lost in your attitude,i can get enough of that magnitude I'm not lost of words,its disrespectful to classify that uniqueness I can't call it perfect,cos perfection is the new beautiful Since every lady is believe to be beautiful You are not just good looking,you are beautiful in every aspect of your life Just for you

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A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC

A WASTED LIFE

A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted Even though I had to bend a 45 degree To awaken the sleeping giants I went deep,even though it appear shallow every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity In each bus stop,she alighted with grace An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion A moment of active redemption As I became entitled to her entitlement In that moment of passion I was lost Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other... affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions I was merciless even in her cry for mercy The moan was the main motivation Careless with her careful institutions We became worn out from our "religious" activities It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind Ignite by our passions,synchronised by our emotions Can I tell you a secret? I love the taste of your fragrance Just for you *AYANFE

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC

A TASTE OF YOUR FRAGRANCE

I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted Even though I had to bend a 45 degree To awaken the sleeping giants I went deep,even though it appear shallow every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity In each bus stop,she alighted with grace An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion A moment of active redemption As I became entitled to her entitlement In that moment of passion I was lost Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other... affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions I was merciless even in her cry for mercy The moan was the main motivation Careless with her careful institutions We became worn out from our "religious" activities It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind Ignite by our passions,synchronised by our emotions Can I tell you a secret? I love the taste of your fragrance Just for you *AYANFE

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With a heavy heart,and a busy mind She was left alone in her world of regrets A world of continued celebrated hegemony So she became sad,even for her happiness Always looking rejected,even in her acceptance She was lost in her dutiful presence To her everything was not in the right function So she gave the world a space Graced her loneliness with articulated charisma Creating her own world with a beautiful perfection her mind searched for the best,even when she had the best She became engross with her creation Her busy mind sparks with her heavy heart To create a disturbed anxiety Just like a swim suit model,clouded by the overtures of her promoter She became a perfect damsel in distress She became a wanderer in her own world A stranger to her world

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC

WANDERER

With a heavy heart,and a busy mind She was left alone in her world of regrets A world of continued celebrated hegemony So she became sad,even for her happiness Always looking rejected,even in her acceptance She was lost in her dutiful presence To her everything was not in the right function So she gave the world a space Graced her loneliness with articulated charisma Creating her own world with a beautiful perfection her mind searched for the best,even when she had the best She became engross with her creation Her busy mind sparks with her heavy heart To create a disturbed anxiety Just like a swim suit model,clouded by the overtures of her promoter She became a perfect damsel in distress She became a wanderer in her own world A stranger to her world

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Born out of ****** confusion Thrown into the depth of aqua of rejection Seen as an unwanted commodity Treated as an unbalanced child So he grew up appreciating lawlessness He grew up depending on his instincts Un guided by a superior mind,he was lost in his own hatred A consuming hatred born out of resentment Aided by the self righteous merchants Who preaches righteousness with nascent hypocrisy Inventors of righteousness,even in a case of injustice So he conceived directional hatred in the name of satisfying his insatiable want Give the society the taste of their creation In the name of a celebrated cowardice He became a lion,a dog who became a lion Worshipped by the timid society Sold humanity at the price of celebrated timidness So he dominated the so called elites Became a role model to many And the cycle continues A product of the society

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC

PRODUCT OF THE SOCiETY

Born out of ****** confusion Thrown into the depth of aqua of rejection Seen as an unwanted commodity Treated as an unbalanced child So he grew up appreciating lawlessness He grew up depending on his instincts Un guided by a superior mind,he was lost in his own hatred A consuming hatred born out of resentment Aided by the self righteous merchants Who preaches righteousness with nascent hypocrisy Inventors of righteousness,even in a case of injustice So he conceived directional hatred in the name of satisfying his insatiable want Give the society the taste of their creation In the name of a celebrated cowardice He became a lion,a dog who became a lion Worshipped by the timid society Sold humanity at the price of celebrated timidness So he dominated the so called elites Became a role model to many And the cycle continues A product of the society

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UNTITLED lost in the depth of confusion Could not differentiate the peaks Clouded by my disturbed emotions So I gave the world a space Suffering from the hangover of rejection Gave the love of my life a space Broke up with my sensual feelings Dumped the chaotic world for my visioned silence In that instance,I realised I needed the world More than that my anticipations for privacy Missed the touch of my sensual feelings I missed the voice that make my heart tremble Though I kept the distance ,but I was imprison in a stronger bond My soul kept searching for peace even though It appears peaceful The price of my emotional independence Is a constructed emotional slavery In the depth of perpetual emotional Gitmo Thought you will be forgotten ,but you became relevance Thought you are just a feeling,but I realise i'm indulge in that feeling thought I kept my distance, not knowing I was getting closer I need the chaotic life,I don't want to be normal Cos normalcy is boredom at it peaks I want be abnormal in your visionary normalcy For once,i want to lose some sense of celebrated maturity Be free as a wind, be dominating as a storm

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC

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UNTITLED lost in the depth of confusion Could not differentiate the peaks Clouded by my disturbed emotions So I gave the world a space Suffering from the hangover of rejection Gave the love of my life a space Broke up with my sensual feelings Dumped the chaotic world for my visioned silence In that instance,I realised I needed the world More than that my anticipations for privacy Missed the touch of my sensual feelings I missed the voice that make my heart tremble Though I kept the distance ,but I was imprison in a stronger bond My soul kept searching for peace even though It appears peaceful The price of my emotional independence Is a constructed emotional slavery In the depth of perpetual emotional Gitmo Thought you will be forgotten ,but you became relevance Thought you are just a feeling,but I realise i'm indulge in that feeling thought I kept my distance, not knowing I was getting closer I need the chaotic life,I don't want to be normal Cos normalcy is boredom at it peaks I want be abnormal in your visionary normalcy For once,i want to lose some sense of celebrated maturity Be free as a wind, be dominating as a storm

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I was the perfect bore Grace that with diligent perfections I understood orderliness in all situations It was all about getting to the right stage So I staged my whole life on a career platform Until you came,you led me to a different path Showed me the strength in imperfections Guide me to the beauty in making mistakes The light beckons in me So I see the ray of light in every darkness It all started with a spark Sparkled by the glittering mirth Fueled by the unperturbed emotions Lightened by your touches and kisses As I navigate my hands through your body Feeling all the indentations and the curves in the right modifications The touch of my lips,rested on the most sensitive part of your body Burn all the sense in me to absolute nonsense In that nonsense flame,I 'm filled with strange convictions you set a static life into motion Suddenly a strange sound came into place And that the sound of my alarm Woke me up into reality What a sadistic way to end a moment of brilliance A strange desire Just for you

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC

STRANGE DESIRES

I was the perfect bore Grace that with diligent perfections I understood orderliness in all situations It was all about getting to the right stage So I staged my whole life on a career platform Until you came,you led me to a different path Showed me the strength in imperfections Guide me to the beauty in making mistakes The light beckons in me So I see the ray of light in every darkness It all started with a spark Sparkled by the glittering mirth Fueled by the unperturbed emotions Lightened by your touches and kisses As I navigate my hands through your body Feeling all the indentations and the curves in the right modifications The touch of my lips,rested on the most sensitive part of your body Burn all the sense in me to absolute nonsense In that nonsense flame,I 'm filled with strange convictions you set a static life into motion Suddenly a strange sound came into place And that the sound of my alarm Woke me up into reality What a sadistic way to end a moment of brilliance A strange desire Just for you

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We were the perfect guards Sworn to uphold honour,serve and protect humanity Until greed imprisoned us all We became war merchants We were fashioned to be priceless we came out being auctioned We were traded in an organised manner We became sorrow to the people who saw us as happiness We became distasteful to the ones who worshipped our taste We brought pain to the people we were sworn to protect We turn children playing ground to their burial ground We became circumstances for victim of circumstances Until the hunter became the hunted We could feel the sorrow,we could see the hatred We could hear the voices of our victims Piercing through our minds,crying to be heard Voices graduated to sounds which envelope our thought Crippled our sense of belonging We became lost in our own hatred.. Rejected by the illusionist and the perfectionist Deactivated by the authority ****** CIRCUMSTANCES

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC

****** CIRCUMSTANCES

We were the perfect guards Sworn to uphold honour,serve and protect humanity Until greed imprisoned us all We became war merchants We were fashioned to be priceless we came out being auctioned We were traded in an organised manner We became sorrow to the people who saw us as happiness We became distasteful to the ones who worshipped our taste We brought pain to the people we were sworn to protect We turn children playing ground to their burial ground We became circumstances for victim of circumstances Until the hunter became the hunted We could feel the sorrow,we could see the hatred We could hear the voices of our victims Piercing through our minds,crying to be heard Voices graduated to sounds which envelope our thought Crippled our sense of belonging We became lost in our own hatred.. Rejected by the illusionist and the perfectionist Deactivated by the authority ****** CIRCUMSTANCES

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