KARDASHIAN WALKS DOWN THE STREET WITHOUT UNDERPANTS
Eyes
Your eyes like whispers of hope in the midst of my troubled soul so I drank from it and wrote my story with the dreams that lay hidden beneath. Oh how those would save me, would save me and so I waited for your little games and your little words like water for Nigerians in the Agadez in the delusion of hope, you made the pain that sought me from every side calm and i waited in love with a mirage from the past but realised you too had become hardened from vices you embraced and I shirked you had the become the pain I had
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