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I was about running for safety when she said she love me what is love? on this my empty pockets her onkempt hair and hungry eyes i knew she was a spider though my heart is deaf Igbo love is costlier in the market how-come this Yoruba lady money in the morning, money clockwise there is no juice left in me lady, your web had caught nothing and your tricks I've known.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
Fake Love
I was about running for safety when she said she love me what is love? on this my empty pockets her onkempt hair and hungry eyes i knew she was a spider though my heart is deaf Igbo love is costlier in the market how-come this Yoruba lady money in the morning, money clockwise there is no juice left in me lady, your web had caught nothing and your tricks I've known.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
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