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It’s evil to be sober in the club
It’s evil to be sober in the club. Oh! I can see Rockabye baby on her fifth joint, High as a kite, ain’t coming down at this point. Her man’s making out with the other chick by the back door, She’s on her fourth shot, she couldn’t care more. One step, two step – everybody…
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When this is all over
When this is all over, No, I’m not going to run to the gym. Although, I miss it more than anything. When this is all over, No, I’m not going to spend hours at the salon. Although, I probably should. My hair’s a mess, my nails are not done, My brows are shabby, oh yeah!…
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Parched
My summer vacations were colloquially unproductive. Bathed in boredom, My father’s endless tries to reach, The darkest cell of my sunburnt brain… Unprecedented. I had known nothing of nothingness, No notion of any ulterior aim. “She won’t make it” But, I’m trying; It’s just the numbers are always getting mixed up, I have no clue…
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Love Ballad
Look at you now, How quickly you fell asleep in my arms, Yes! We can be oblivious of the time, It goes by too fast. I would like you to linger, Wonder if we can hold on any longer. Years from now, We will still be lying together, On the beach, under the Tuscan…
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We, Now
Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** We don’t wake up to start a new day anymore, We wake up to go back to bed, again. We don’t remember which day it is anymore, We are slowly losing the concept of time. We’re imprisoned in our own homes, We’re captive of our…
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