TIRE-LESSLY
The things I could do with the shades of black, the wet (wet) canvas, the agency, the vicissitudes, the writing - some I'm not too proud of, then there is the promise of the sun, the hope-full-ness, to keep writing, honing the hours and more importantly, to keep loving.
Eh, what a life? The skies are filled with planes, the ground is black and yellow. Rest in peace to Anu - say w'up to Micheal, say w'up to Aaliyah.
For the Racheals, the Kemis, Gbemis, little Moremis, Tyson-types, 1-2 steppers, queer souls and providers; You remain what you are - Everything that rises must converge - If you leaned on Two Thousand and Twenty-two, then you would rebound in Two Thousand and Twenty-three.
Cheers & Happy Nu Year,
AFL as Danny.
AFL as Danny.
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