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Abdul Wahab


Black sack


Take back your black sack, it turn me off
Whatever you have given I need not that
any more The hunter's trap has sucked up
my sap, The sickle from my legs I threw
long ago What I needed that is bought and
sold, Vaporized like camphor, in reality if
there is no reason how I can sit and reason out,
something is genetic, implanted, like any one
you and me can't go against the basic, same point
may have different roads, you tread yours, I will
of mine, I do not know why, honestly speaking,
hate different opinions on the same situation.

Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 11, 2013

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