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My name is a rhythm, a sweet sensation My name is a weightlifter, running between the bases , not stoppingIt holds sadness and pain, and came from a small village
I read a beautiful book
It brings joy for my feeling
Heals every broken piece inside me
And gets my lost soul back with the peace it found
All natural & no weave.
If I was a dictionary I would define myself as Gold for the world to see.
Rocking no booty short's for men to see.
