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Loneliness is my companion, Silence has been an inspiration, So I sat under that iroko tree, Me, myself and I making us three! Devil talks and angels whispers, I traveled when I vibe, Oracles murmur, ascenstors watch, To my beloved Lucy, a woman I believe To be rare! The wind blows from my head to the east, I see beyond Albert telescope, But too afraid to write, Cause I lost my light! I lost the grip of my pen! The talks, murmurs and whispers override My heart and hand! heart, I became clueless, I lost my consciousness!
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
I lost the grip of my pen
Loneliness is my companion, Silence has been an inspiration, So I sat under that iroko tree, Me, myself and I making us three! Devil talks and angels whispers, I traveled when I vibe, Oracles murmur, ascenstors watch, To my beloved Lucy, a woman I believe To be rare! The wind blows from my head to the east, I see beyond Albert telescope, But too afraid to write, Cause I lost my light! I lost the grip of my pen! The talks, murmurs and whispers override My heart and hand! heart, I became clueless, I lost my consciousness!
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
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