Saturday, January 28, 2012

Bohdi tree flow
Let it go
A river runs
And I can see through it
I'm not only the truest I'm the bluest
Beset we are
The perils of royalty
I'm totally
Competent
As fresh as wet cement
Haters can get bent.
I Am Illuminated.
When I get on the write
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