(Rusty clock ticks)
Tic toc it says
5:45 already
Finally hamattan knocks
Its been a cold day
The boy next door beckons to his friend
Sunsets falls lazily in the east
Another whispers
My old unkept room
Moody and shameless moped at me
My rickety doors and blown bulbs
Their distaste for me has withered
Life was a joke
Nobody laughs at anymore
A rumor spreads
They say a boy had died in his room
I could still remember, yes I remember
His ivory skin, and Grey pale eyes
His muscular body shapes the africa he breathes
His tribal marks irritates parallels one-sided
We had fought over a seat in the bus
We never greeted, I even sighed
Oh life, no one ever questions
Like a designated king"
When he buys, one must sell...
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