
Down the dark alley
Down the lane
Down the sloppy hill
Down the drain
Down the rocky valley
Lies the fame
.
.
Through the fake smile
Through the pain
Through this great mind
Through the haze
Through the stormy rain
Lies my gaze
.
.
Born, bred and raised
Amongst all the fear and terror
Came a lovely name
The hive stood in its place
And the throne, big and bold
Is mine to claim
.
@Thegreyclover
It’s mine to claim 😩😩😩♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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😁😁 Go get your crown
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Yes! ♥️
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A throne to claim… it’s mine to take👏
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Beautifully written Mayowa 🙂
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Thank you😁
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You are welcome dear 🙂
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Love ❤️ this! I’ll take it.
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Thanks 😅 glad you like it
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Lovely write up Mayowa❤❤👏👏
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Thank you 😁😊
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At that gaze part,I felt goosebumps 🥺🥺
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🥺 really? I’m glad you like it
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Loved it!❤️
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Glad you do😁 thanks
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This is splendid. Keep up the good work👍
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Thank you😁
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💝💝💋👍🎈🥰💫👑🎊
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😊🤗
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