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The Infinitives

by darknbeautiful-1

How many times have I brought to the table My Island flavors? How many times have you read my inner thoughts: how many times will I share them again and again It all began in 2004 from the moment I walked in You wasn’t there and I didn’t really care You bitch more than a female you took on a huge responsibility so you went out and brought the singular noun, pronouns adjectives, plural verbs, preposition and the infinitives For a New York minute you should have brought Heather Taffet  the grave digger for security measures My poesy is my poesy The sun always seems to be a symbol of life. and life is worth living.
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Written by
darknbeautiful-1
American
Published
Nov 3, 2014
Time
1m
Tags
#poetry#thoughts#inner#nouns#poesy#adjective#pronouns#prepositon
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