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venancio
venancio
Filipino Free style
Life is good Evil livEs Death is nothing
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Truth
Between life & death There is no world No sadness No happiness No hunger No pain No thing Between life & death There is nothing
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Void
It's hard to see the heart in your eyes And I'm not impaired to be A Valentine's day without you, for me Is a kind of poetry For that day to come, I could not pray So I stay, looking Who you are to me
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Sore Eyes
A thief is a thief Will he take your heart? Will he take your lips? Will he take your soul? To what value it is Will he have it? Homed? Will he have it? Yes? Will he have it? Sold? Riches of riches Will he play it? Smart? Will he play it? Bluff? Will he play it? Fold? A thief is a thief Can he take it now? Can he take a life? Can he take his own?
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Marauder
My nightmare was a dream of reality
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Sleep
I’m deep as the sea But shallow on shores I wave Crashing into the eye of the storm I calm
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Scorpio
She smiles without doing it Supernatural Because only he smiles back Revelation is beauty Like flowers in the spring She’s cool like summer He’s a leaf like autumn She’s warm like winter She makes him want to sing She sounds like music He sees a gem in his eye Maybe She’s a Gemini She shines out his darkness Star gazing the night sky His sun sets When Her sun rise
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
LV
I might not be rich But I stay dream’n girl After my success Is you still with me girl? I take a look at you And I see my home girl Yeah, you’re my homegirl You and I we can take the world Take a world class tour From Paris to New York Flying high, heavenly To any city As long as you're with me You got the best of me Until the end Is it destiny?
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
My Home Girl
My heart is the beatbox My mind is the maestro My soul is the song My body is the instrument
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Music
I met her by coincidence She affected me ever since We connected despite our distances She says if I can kick it Those 20 minutes, I well spent it Another day, could it happen Felt vibes and the jives Since Friday a week past by A word she didn't spoke And I wonder why… Never before I felt alone could I not let her go And who would have known She came back like birds southern home
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
September