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June 1767 High on stormy salty seas,
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
My Confession
Hey, did I say? That I like those dreads,
Music In The Wild
Charming vocals, awesome tunes, Voices of angels, fine as dunes,
Angelic Drips
ANGELIC DRIPS She sits above,
My Siblings Are In Love
I write without pride, My brother and sister are in love,
Eighteen
Jumpy feelings, short temper, Insecure security, anxious ears,
My Friend
Always there, never leaves, Knows my secrets, never tells,
I Write For Aisha
Aisha Aisha, Messenger of men and gods,
A Little Longer
Held hands, Cupped hearts,
Rusted Lust
Lust? When did we last lust,
Poetically Incorrect
Listen Bro, The other day I saw you at morn,
Dear 844
Hi 844, You came into my life,