Senior Year in High SchoolA Poem by Count Humilussilence of meMoon dipped in sparkling apple juice Gin to chase Girls to catch Mice to mend Friends to the end Sleepless nights F*****g girls Shared stories over vicoden and pot before Philosophy Tired and Bored We would right prose Poke fun at white afro centric hoes Dealing with parental woes Free spirited weekends Fire alarms and breaking & entering Love no where in sight Just lust and it shined bright Disregard of her and her Disbelief fixed with damage control sweet talk and a proper f**k I could go on and on about debauchers days But things changed I changed? Or maybe I want different things? Either way I don’t take feeling for granted I cherish them for as long as it is appropriate If the star burns out Then the night is just a little darker But don’t you worry I can still see... ...perfectly © 2009 Count HumilusReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 31, 2009 Last Updated on March 31, 2009 AuthorCount HumilusDriftingAboutMy interests include: Writing things Old cameras Records Raw Fish Typewriters Bernard Tapie Anglo Concertinas Instillations Filming movies The Pacific ocean .. more..Writing
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