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MsAaliyah

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

7 poems·Since December 2014
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What Is This ?

January 26, 2015

Drip Drip Drip

The Poison On My Lips

The Vibration Of My Thighs

The Steadyness Of Me Strip

Giggles - Chuckles - A Laugh Or Two

Stumble - Rumble

What A Nice Trip

Broken Glasses 

Room Spinning

Is The Time Passing ....

By,

I Don't Know Why.

Lost Of Balance

Taste The Floor

Feeling Out Of It 

Give Me More

Sweet Lips

Taste The Poison

Drip Drip Drip

Rain Is Pouring

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