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Jay The Futurist Dec 2015
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
Jay The Futurist Apr 2015
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..
Jay The Futurist Jan 2015
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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