You would follow the devil into the fire. If he told you if you didn’t your bank account would expire. You know very well that fire burns. “I swear if you do it you will get returns”. You came out all burnt up. Skin melting off. Gave you $1000. Said,…
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Poems
I write so many. I write them all the time. Maybe stop speaking regular. Start talking in rhymes. It’s like therapy. Get it all off my brain. Without WordPress; might go insane. You want to be nice now? It’s alright. I am used to the negativity. Projected on my life.…
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My Poems
My poems are not for sale and if one of you scab hoes f’d on my uncle to get him to give them up your going to jail.
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