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Where The Oral Coconut 🥥

The hard concrete grounds soothe the sounds of harling screams the cold the dark the shadows the void the vacant the deny abandon the bound the ties the knots the unfortune unforgiving forgetful creeping the villain the description of no more pain deep veins the scar of the sunlight as the essence escapes from the glow of the night Stars there's only one satisfactory way of explaining the unseen attack that deepens the welcome of formal grievings the wet dance dry place once was a beautiful scene is no longer the colors I see Brown and white the essence of liquid so like milk cocoa dedicates the reminiscing of wholeness and the truth tantalizes like a deep thrust a choice that I make so overlook my own standards to seek was standing in the way there's comfort there but no more believing and thy ways a softer approach hugs handshakes kisses and never a soft whisper we're just sucking in and kept for emotional stress Cocoa Coco Cocoa Coco the beaten road that reminds me of the streets that's once was the safest place to walk and now I'm nuts gravel in the dust a sound that beat like a song but the rhythm escapes coconuts Ginger texture exceptional fruit of choice what they want The Manor of immaturity but it's one manner that they escape with in hand in mind and body and that's success the bite mark that I enjoyed spiraling bird from the trees knocked me over I seen the brush the lease fall right in front of my eyes before I met the ground dangerous Little things things that you never think will happen it was easy to solve my case but it was hard to catch the villain I tried to settle the score I walk into a store I look for things keep my safety so I speak and I watch it was no conversation that I ever had before people think outside the box like whips and chains but what I left with is ropes nets and poles i out loud as I think I can never let something like this happen again so I take about the nature that surrounds their will be peace they will be Harmony I will see me walk and not be afraid of the hurling raving bird because the very essence of my brown and off textured whites complexion is waiting to capture the very essence of the broken sunlight Bombay the intenseness of the island I see why I tried to get me I am a seed of choice as rare as a linen seed but as a juicy as a watermelon seed a black eyes my blue hair my nose the roundness of my lips is the discrete description of a fallen coconut I did want to cry but I also want to take caption that moment that time like a cup holding a fresh margarita fruits blend from mango melon line Val of kosher salt but my emotions ran high angry even has something so simple that I think of now but it was hard to grasp as it happened to me but I still covered myself with words of gratitude I still got the satisfaction I still win besides the bird grew wings before I ever have I don't believe the world was ready for an animal that flies in the sky lives in trees and attack people I am more thin a bird and there's no other way you can think about it there's no other way you could go about that because I am a person a being a life a style that can praise the coconuts gods if it becomes me against the gravel I can truly say I've been there if I go on with the thought of done that I am on top I can truly say I am as brown as they come and it's creamy ass milk and a texture of him to White as the flesh of a coconut I seen me and I love every bit of aura because my Island has stipples and tries as big as boats and animals that I do find liking such as sweet turtles butterflies and monkeys big thick Roots hanging Vines that map the very walk of my path as the shadow copies the same pattern of my fall when I see a bird I say mighty fine Day and the glory that I have once again has arisen now I became a harbor everything Green everything colorful and vegetables