ME GOLD
ME GOLD
Where dwellth me Gold
Its been 5 years now without
me gold in my hands
The face of me gold
Its color its texture its beauty
Stripping me senses plucking out me eyes,
Atta stripping
Grim reaper poking me heart
Leaving me dead,
Me gold daughter of the sun
Her dazzle slays men
Simile breaks thee flinty stone
Obsidan pearls
Breaking me into dust
No longer be part thence depart from being
The man of stone Franklin
Look into her eyes and see me gold.
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Chisanga franklin
Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe
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