mix tongue you met
a heroic vent...
set a swing with a smile
run that extra mile
the storm of the wild
get back Cadillac
strong in position
trying stike nor missing
flow from the ordinary rap..
tapestry
come and sit next to me
situation make believe
over a brand new leaf
carry on with the natures belt
shadow in the want for more
balance for the power yawn
in the dark arrived at once
Earth Is Own
cement like glue
eat a grinder still
take that one last pill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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