You're so hot.
You got the last shot.
You crime, you dine, you shine, you swine.
You're so cold.
You've got the gold.
You wake, you shake, you make, you create.
You've got nothing on me
You've only got
Something on yourself.
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No More Masters
The bones are really breaking inside of me and I have no one left to conceive of no imagination to dry up no silence to feign I have no fore...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...