Empty Huts (Written by: Poet Dela)

I woke up this morning to the sound of the gong The words being uttered by the gong beater Seek to abuse the muse my listening pleasure had been treated to This news sounded so bitter to the extent that I had to seek comfort In the garment of a hoax Suddenly, I heard people...

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No Identity (Written by: Poetic Dela)

Probably, 1K likes will make me famous That was the mentality of a youngin Anytime he captures that memorable moment He tries as much as possible to deceive the world Prolly pussy filters could make the magic But with the flower crown He was crowned king in his misery Yes!...

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