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Caught On My Tongue

Flea on my dug. Digging the flip out. It was ought the sweat. Caught around my face. How can I regret it. The taste felt on my ears. My eyes wept to hear. Can't oppose my senses. Insanity is alive. Count the days. Months passed Basics common in court. Dart of doubt is adapt. Adopt what is real. Let a rapper join me.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 3/26/2024 5:29:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.