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My Lines to the Rapist
The stripped lace off the shining clot,
Hurting tears gives a crying call
The touch that lays cry on all
What push art you?
Into the misery of not thinking straight
All your happiness is mating the weaker
With that borning pin in your knickers
Have you not think of your strippers
Lying next to you is doom in big pass
Holding grudges of new pass,
Your sweetening pleasure will be long dead part
Your laying minutes may not count
For your existence is of no doubt
Even your breathe, is a dead pass
The coming days of thy layer,
Is in more cries,
Angry tongues can't pay it to you
Nor, the law can't say it
But, Ye will live not in happy misery.
Olagunju Kabir . O
©Kboss
Hurting tears gives a crying call
The touch that lays cry on all
What push art you?
Into the misery of not thinking straight
All your happiness is mating the weaker
With that borning pin in your knickers
Have you not think of your strippers
Lying next to you is doom in big pass
Holding grudges of new pass,
Your sweetening pleasure will be long dead part
Your laying minutes may not count
For your existence is of no doubt
Even your breathe, is a dead pass
The coming days of thy layer,
Is in more cries,
Angry tongues can't pay it to you
Nor, the law can't say it
But, Ye will live not in happy misery.
Olagunju Kabir . O
©Kboss
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