The Reserved Area

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love is a woman

The street before Aunt ladi’s house,
Oh How loud with people yet very quiet

With high walls and closed doors
With high minds but dozed souls
With tint arts on painted gates
Tainted hearts with painted faces

Unknown to themselves but known to all
Area reserved for the rich and the glows
Tamed with mute souls
So embroiled in their so called ego
They forget to grow

Each drooled with their lives within the walls
they had their souls locked up in their halls
Even when aunt landi’s throat was slit open
Right beyond their gates
Not even her screams they hound to
That’s how ground they had succumbed themselves into

Oh how they think they are alive
Not knowing they are dead.

Written amd Composed by Jay

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