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Nii Yeboah Norton Nortey
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“I remember everything, like a burden.
I love solitude, the walk slows my thoughts. I walk, it simmers, the constant fear of myself;
The rain comes in, smoothers the heat on my head, the cool sets in, I breathe life”
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I love solitude, the walk slows my thoughts. I walk, it simmers, the constant fear of myself;
The rain comes in, smoothers the heat on my head, the cool sets in, I breathe life”
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“she was too strong for my disease. i shot myself in the head, painted myself of the love so colorful
in suicidal notes she's a coward; too fragile to stand love and disaster;
i am on the verge of taking life and being on what is better left to God”
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in suicidal notes she's a coward; too fragile to stand love and disaster;
i am on the verge of taking life and being on what is better left to God”
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“when i sleep after lives fitful fever; put a corsage on my resting arm, that raised my beauty from pain into something pleasing to a father.”
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“beautiful blues in fine tunes; tunes of bass and brass
brass knuckles clad in sweat and tears
true to a son of pain; waving off the past into a new dawn
a son of pain made much more, a son recognized
i wasnt much, but i was me.”
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brass knuckles clad in sweat and tears
true to a son of pain; waving off the past into a new dawn
a son of pain made much more, a son recognized
i wasnt much, but i was me.”
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“old folks frey, the curb to the house
the smell of illness and lost souls
painted on the walls of washed off paint
quirky noises; maybe its settling in
its an old house, of generations
Brandy gave me a key; old swine gave up
the ghosts in the alley were broken; flickering lights”
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the smell of illness and lost souls
painted on the walls of washed off paint
quirky noises; maybe its settling in
its an old house, of generations
Brandy gave me a key; old swine gave up
the ghosts in the alley were broken; flickering lights”
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“she's an old wine; a 1972 antique
two bottoms of georgia and jersey
old wine, die hard. stains her cassock
morning rush after dawn, breaking
the city lights out
clock work
jasmine, sapphire”
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two bottoms of georgia and jersey
old wine, die hard. stains her cassock
morning rush after dawn, breaking
the city lights out
clock work
jasmine, sapphire”
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“she was too strong for my disease. i shot myself in the head, painted myself of the love so colorful
in suicidal notes she's a coward; too fragile to stand love and disaster;
i am on the verge of taking life and being on what is better left to God”
―
in suicidal notes she's a coward; too fragile to stand love and disaster;
i am on the verge of taking life and being on what is better left to God”
―
“when i sleep after lives fitful fever; put a corsage on my resting arm, that raised my beauty from pain into something pleasing to a father.”
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