Sometimes i sit to sip
I think of sewing a mouth zip,
But i never seam to learn,
All this blows my concern,
When i unzip,
I unleash my agitations,
All out of my chip,
I build a confrontation,
For I feel like puking,
When facts are distort
A small phrase,
Lightens fumes in me,
When its skin its wrongly peeled,
My world is not an accident of words,
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 7th, 2025 09:48
- Category: Unclassified
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