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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... -
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. ... -
for we as women are to suffer the plight that man has put upon us, we are to be their property, possessions even when they have many, that...
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Every man,guy, boy is a story, a poem, a written piece of work ...
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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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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, ... -
The Love Spell The love spell He cast a spell on me, i was crazy in love with him. With his darkness, fifty shades of fucked up, but i ...
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It’s ok to say you don’t love me It’s ok not to love me anymore It’s ok to say goodbye To walk away from me...
