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A LOST BALL IN WEEDS

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"Look at the mystery of the streets, thoughts of isolation. 

I'm buried in the courtyard of segregation".

" Oh! The orange blush of heart-catching sun

What do i know of thou. I'm decorated with imitation".



"Thy dear steps which were here yore__now in neck of woods. 

Oh! You bound me in the distress, dreams were shattered".

"It's been a blue moon, I'm still drowning in emotions. 

Sitting on catrenary, a watched pot never boils".



"As long as I'm waiting. I'm outside half, salt in my wounds. 

I'm usually leaning towards lea, running down a lot of dolour".

"Every moment i cried for a cruel sense in bad thoughts.

Even more hopes were wasted in the parts,fabricated not at all".






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God bless u bro
Keep it up bro
Love u
4 August 2021 at 19:48
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Woah! It was awesome👌

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4 August 2021 at 19:53
Anonymous said…
Woah! It was awesome👌

Wish uh all the very best for ur lyf and career ahead☺
Stay blessed ❤
One day u will rise🤘👍
4 August 2021 at 19:53
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