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Jun 2019
Feed into the dogs the flesh of hope
Stumble on little pieces of peace at hand
Crush onto thee feet that steps softs
Fight like underdogs unleashed
Lights out and darkness came
One light reflective
And a thousand stars
Fight to be true because weak is wicked
Jab to demons that hardly knew the souls to keep
And those to **** instant without jury.
Got all to ask, but this are just nightless thoughts at sleep.
I mean this are just sleeples thoughts at night.
Good souls to keep
Benton 254
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Benton 254  20/M/Kenya
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