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There are no beggars here
I was enslaved
this white body inside me
a somali african
There are no beggars here
All of this mix a bridge to the vibe and the nihility
and all this black woman female sexuality that inprisons me
to accept the science that they are above me
This phase is over because I have used them
I needed them
And I have used the others because they made me feel good
A week of sickness and prayer ends this.
I am not a covert criminal that does things
to be a head of the game
Nor am I a confused black woman falling one time for a black man
and the other time for a white man
A view of these female fantasy brothels
it's always the same
In heat of Miami
he sits outside the restaurent with her
late in the evening, their polarity not obvious to them
He sexily radiates this pulse and she's so affected as
he explains animately his adventures to his date
a sexy curly haired woman wearing a white bikini with cherry prints that he picked for her,
and an african-American design earrings mentioned by his friend, totally feeling his vibrations the
power of the day's sun and his soul indigineous,
She knows she will hear him soon in a different way
as she lay last night she let it through that she loves him
and this life may never end
the dark mountains of eternity
the passage and the entertainment in her afterlife
Utimately together in seven circles
of loving ones and after all the darkness of this moment,
He is God.
