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Aug 2013
the barren heart has no cushion.
no warmth. no *****.
a virus seeped into the blood.
leaving the spirit in a funk.
just how is is it done?
the killing of man.
day by day destroying a peaceful vibration.
A stairwell of conditions for one to meet.
headed down, not up, for a financial treat.
lie to yourself and the lie will haunt.
leaving you barren hearted
in a meaningless funk.
Ajani
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Ajani  MYDREAM
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