FloorA Poem by Effector PrimeWhen things go wrong, they stay wrong.. what's the point of recovery, breakthrough.. and..what's the point of gedn filthy rich when that 1 thing you love and desire is never within reach? or isn't it?
wham!
speed I know I'll be dead if I'm not unscathed with every bearing second life loses lustre displacement time is still glass flies, through me I can only see her beconing last stretch she said never coming back I'll marry someone else she said I'm never looking back you wont be dead nay unscathed I'll shift gears on us seven years I persevered Now she's.. ah forget it
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1 Review Added on April 30, 2014 Last Updated on April 30, 2014 Tags: floor theory of affection duke e AuthorEffector PrimeGlasgow, Theta-Religion, United KingdomAboutEffort Perseverance Courage Venom more..Writing
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