odonko-ba
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There is a storm that rages inside the conscious mind. Hurricanes that can't be tamed. Tornadoes spinning out of control. Tsunamis like Mountains seemingly reaching for the skies, and Dark Clouds unrendered, casting somber moods. Thank God for the Ink in my Pen.
Black Love Is Revolutionary!!!
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Charles2 says: excellent ...this is... untaming the fury of the fertile mind |
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...Sometimes the most profound things are said with the fewest words...Respect My Friend and Brother... |
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Odonko-ba says: 'Ase my Brothas. Thanks for the love. I know I've been missing for awhile, but I'm back among family. "Ase!!! |
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mlowe5 says: Odonko-ba, I so it go! Welcome back home. Please continue to share the journey. ONE. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Odonko-ba says: @mlowe5 Thanks for the Love my Brother. It's good to be back among one's own.😎 |
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My God Her lips The beacon that drives me ever so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of Her ski... |
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Fallen Stars What are fallen stars? |
