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lonelydora:Get to know him before you die. |
illuminaty:I just love Nigerians that sabi good music. Can I day I love you for this? |
I can relate with this guy some. Who's comparing him with Korede bello there? U well? |
ELShehzad:Terrible somebody. LOL |
Wow. This is spellbound. Beautiful. Beautiful. |
Saying it's difficult To cut the space hurting. Truth is: We are selective And the memories made never fade Memories only blurs memories I'll like to remember The giggles creaking wall The silent nights thoughts fold in spiral The texts and calls that smells like flower The candle and its passion, hasty to kiss gust The face and its treasures The smile Everything... |
Michellla:What a dry joke. |
Nairaland giving us erection upandan. Chai |
Here...
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2013 where is my writing career? I want to say I'm inspired. |
Bovi wife and JA wife spoted in USA. They're to get their children citizen by birth. That should be the headline. Mtcheeew |
...and you're vexing coz she's yoruba. Is it your gold? Nawa o |
It's not bad. Really? (I'm not asking you) |
The post too wack. Cry all u want. Like Arsenal shame, it is ur tears. Mind u. I will laugh if i see you. Nobody give a f*ck....
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Oh beauty-fool mtcheeeeeew....
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The man that defined failure. Sleep well.
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That is hot. It's unargueably the put something in something. That is fucking hot. |
Chai! See the future. |
Cat a cat is sleeping under a bench and its silence swallowed everyplace we are the cat and we are the stillness of tranquil. of exquisite poetry... for the love of lines knotted and water that linked us - unneurotic for the love of ravishing ardour coapted, on pages of leaf and sands of time and everything... the hand scrawling at night with tacit footsounds kissing your zeal with purest of fur... take me to places of night. in there, its luminous you see every cranny pasts and some you dropped... it all started from the roof to the pavement... to you... and you never see it ends or its back on the floor because cats are pristine...
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Cat a cat is sleeping under a bench and its silence swallowed everyplace we are the cat and we are the stillness of tranquil. of exquisite poetry... for the love of lines knotted and water that linked us - unneurotic for the love of ravishing ardour coapted, on pages of leaf and sands of time and everything... the hand scrawling at night with tacit footsounds kissing your zeal with purest of fur... take me to places of night. in there, its luminous you see every cranny pasts and some you dropped... it all started from the roof to the pavement... to you... and you never see it ends or its back on the floor because cats are pristine... |
See o. Ojukorokoro lie. Hian for This Harrysong sef. |
So so uncool. I'll say capital No. |
Rose I'm not sure you remember my name or my envisage or what we found and hid in box of time I'm not sure I do too last night I saw me; stealing glances, at us you saw me and tho our days has flapped away; in tinctured memoirs I saw a Us you're so shy and sweet I'm just straight- aflame some say we hide ourselves -from our body and died, longing... perhaps, that's why we forget. Olabusayo Ajayi Hammed |
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