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Jan 2017
X>O
I tried to change
i really tried to ****** change
I would be fleeing but my being has been ****** and chained ;
mad strange how your lover choose to do you
Words stab through you like the pins in the doll voodoo ;
tryna groove with some blades in your back ;
Is like - tryna sit with some **** in your crack..
He showed love to the almighty creator
in hopes he could cope nd be something much greater
Saw the signs later ;
when god hit a fade away
later days resulted in pain in some major ways..
He often waved to the sky
to say hi and bye to his brothers who had died...
We could learn from the leaves on the trees
cooperating with the breeze when its time to appease
Some days some lay in the dirt and decay
while you ***** about your coffee at the nearest cafe..
Mark The Vagabond
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