She grew roots from her mind
And wherever she went
she'd always be attached
To mother land
When windows are blind
Table of contents-
Tell me...
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Spark
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Rain
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Black is Beautiful
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Stripper
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Admiring
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Pain
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One last time
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Beautiful People
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Nostalgia
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Moving on
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Cig over Love
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Touching
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Pieces
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Neck
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Peace
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Plenty of fish in the sea
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Through the fabric of spacetime
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Living poem
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Life and all that comes with it
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Moon love
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Lust
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Reality
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Wings
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Deeply painful
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To think or to feel
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You are an Art
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Moth
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Rose
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Wishes
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Give me no break...please
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Warmth
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Waterfall
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Haiti
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Friendship
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Vandalism
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Messy Man
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Faking
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That voodoo we do
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Diary of a confessional Priest
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Summer has no time !
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Dreadlocks
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Fears!
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Why?
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One way
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Competition
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Nude
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This is madness
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Take me back
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The lucky homeless
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Abstract heart
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Nectar
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Untitled
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How poets die
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Pornography
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Shadows
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Vodka
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Cite Soleil
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Air
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Wet cigarettes
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Nice people
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Our book
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Jazzy
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Drained
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Let it come
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That woman
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Grudge
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Ink pen
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Deepthroat
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I noticed
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Loner
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Strange
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Coconut tree
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