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raquezha Jul 2
Nagulîŋ laɣəd
Si Usēŋ udâ na matā
Sa kakaduldog ku
Kompyuter niyang
Pirāŋ taon nang kaiba
Uda pundoŋ trabaho
Dāwâ pagál na
Padagos sana baga
Para kuno ku igin niya
Nailang nanaman kaya
ta kapayabâ sa igô
Gigiboɣon dawa uno
para ku igin niyaŋ sultero
dawa dakəlo na
Kapayabâ panaŋgad
na intiro
riŋkonɑːdɑ, rinconada poetry, iriga city
Katja P May 14
Avaa silmäsi. Etko näe värisi?
Kuuntele korvillasi ja meluni.
Anna kätesi. Mistä sinä pelkäsit?
Sanoo äänellä, että ikävät minua.
Huutaa kovasti että rakastat minua.
Tehdä jotain, alä olla hiljaa.
Johnny walker Feb 23
Down the road, I go my road of memory to
places I visited long ago
back when I was young
so carefree for no worries did I ever
have
For I did what I wanted to do for no fear did I have for the dangers In a life that lay awaiting somewhere out
there
But I manage to survive all that came my way to live to tell my stories but It's only now at my age I'm realising how dangerous
my life then
was
Memory of when I was younger had no fears
faced whatever came
my way and to live to
tell my stories

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