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Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath Our poems are more than just words That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through , Life is a battle field Were you are on your own No alias The only weapon you have are your hands And even though that has been tired behind your back You still have to fight back With imagination faster than light s Life is nothing like a race Always in a rush to nowhere. Know were you are going before you start running We become like lost memories of a sad stories Dear H2O poetry is your life and when you go on stage so that They could rate your peace , Who made man judge over your life True integrity True integrity is like breathing constance Try not to be asthmatic for the day you strangle with breath So that the truth doesn't flow Something in you dies you are a product of a wrong indoging and remember next Time you indogi in the truth do it like the sex story . spread your legs Silence is the most serious crime of suspicion The next time you indogi in spoken word poetry remember they're queens of many party are not interested in marrying your interest but rap your free will The next time indogi in the truth Barry your concious and everything on the altar of queens these holy hypocrite that make love look like snacks spitting on the grave The next time u indogi in the truth Spend the nights near grave yard near the Mediterranean sea And and hopeless nights that this sea sait Don't you get it life here is like sea saw Dear Jennifer remember that barried underneath And umbilical cord have you have slept half dead a woman comes knocking for wen you sold me lies I listened I call you my queen coz even wickedness needs high ....... 7 January 2020

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