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Jan 2017
He picked his piece of heart up from the street
the one who broke it also had once made em feel complete
defeat ;
he swore to god that he would rise again
losing love for women , man , children , and his friends
pretend ;
that he wont overextend -
again ;
satan came close to unmend
his ends..
He sat along the side
piecing back together what was trust ;
his pride ;
the lies ;
they'v come to show you who is king again
life is like a circle
the cycle never ends -
No money is his pockets
he poured in her his soul
Only to be given
abundances of tolls..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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