Wúràola is a lover of words and those who inspire the words
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FALL As much as I hold on to the rope of denial every once in a while I let go and fall Fall deeply in love with the one no... -
My words are my life, my reality They are my pain and sorrow told My love and joy My words are my home, My fulfillment, ... -
On that very day, I died Laying on the bed, him on top of me I died I died a slow and painful death Death of the body soul and spi...
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DROWNING IN YOU You’ve cast a spell on me lost in a trance In the fantasy of what we might become Damned in nirvana Lusting after you My... -
Moving on, the waves of words And the flow of emotions. Let's ride this rollercoaster of symphonies. And surf the tides of passion. ... -
THE RISE Long John Silver rises at his master's call Prepare for the awakening' his mater says, tonight we show the go...
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Shade´ Shade´ It is the way every man stops and stares as she walks the way her ever evolving hips sway to the right and... -
THE DIARY OF MAY: ...
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To The One Who Inspires Me I want to be loved she said I want to be held she said I want to be touched she said touched by you....
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GARDEN OF LOVE Lay with me on a bed of buttercups sing sweet melodies of the birds singing sip off my bosoms the sweet honey ...
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