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Drunk, drunk, drunkAs on this subliminal level,the rhythm that flows with poetryon a loud drunken volkswagen.The story of beer on its satisfaction lev..
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Seductive as the scent of red roses on easy mornings,the scent of perfume and sex on white sheets from the night beforetingling, erotic sweet nothings..
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You gave me hopeyou gave me strength,this time wont you save methis legs cant be-still me anymore,letter to my subsequent lassieFrom the power of givi..
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This place is lifewhere there`s no conformity,where the soul is a fish,this place controls, dwells and imitatesthis place is my monument.Time and mome..
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i wishi wish i had poweri wish i become someones priorityi wish someone could just listeni wish i had a lifei wish of a lot of things right now but it..
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Speaking souls better than beating heartsthe story of the light that pierces through dark clouds.singing about freedom reminiscing on you my God!.powe..
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Unresponsive expressionsfrom this paltry life seeming to break the connection between body and soul.Questions remain unanswered as the text message fa..
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philosophical mindswounded from thinking of slowing time downas it rotates" tick tock ''reincarnated soul stuck between a rock& a place.facetious ..
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jot my thoughts down or joint them down,dark streets that whistle the sounds of dancing peopleslowly losing sobernesslike the girl who always losses h..
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Shivering body as i open the fake linen curtain
with my thoughts hotter than the sun i hope to bake my skin on,
feeling bewildered fromthe half ful..
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