Ebone' Ingram Poems
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Confessions Of A Rich Kid
if i could but have that luxury
that luxury which is forever your soul
i won't ever want to leave i'll stay
like it's Christmas)
perhaps i've gone mad
but i would sell Anything
to have the money to acquire such
for You are my Jewel.
A shadow in the midst of day.
Alone...in the middle of the crowd.
I couldn't take it so I disappeared-
Not even Love could find my tracks.
To my secret place I walked;
To where I belong.
And, fallen when I; d been in the light,