Pokes at me in the like of nail twists.
Tweaks on me like toss tons of debris.
But she can’t hide or scar me;
She should know better.
But she can’t slay or still me;
Her drift, I understand.
Now my judgment gets better,
Around this wind.
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*”Learn to cope with the odd of life.
Amidst Jezebel’s and Beelzebub’s,
Do not retire.
Follow your dream to its reality”- A.O
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