Tell me where a novel idea will play.
In the field of fairer affairs ill sit and wait.
For a smile ill fall in love with the angels there,
Ill compose myself with the longest knife i can find,
Ill make sunshine shaped bulletholes in ma mind.
Tell me why akure my dear has to cry.
Is it the way i comb ma hair?
Or the way i squeeze your smile?
Heh….
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