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your an oxymoronI'm a sad drunk who drinks his sorrow away Rich, famous, wealthy I don’t have to pay Life’s to short smoke I'll smoke a pack a day Forgot to live tomorrow yesterday I’m a sore looser and I start fights I’m a racist and I got my rightsyour an oxymoron
Tuna fish on toast again and again Shark attacks the reef and we'll seek revenge Mind your own business and read the who Spy on a celebrity in the comfort of your own room I’m a sore looser and I start fights I’m a racist and I got my rights
Try to be spontaneous and I Always tell a lie
by ~oscular
time is moneyby ~oscular
My SkyI used to love the sun But with its light I saw It spread its light with everyone Like a red light whoreMy Sky
I could never love the clouds Or even falling rain Even though they made me happy They seldom ever came
I tried to love the moon And nearly did just once But she’d always change, than be the same Around her time of month
I think I love the stars even though so far away never touched by man and hidden by the day
by ~oscular
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this is my old bro!!
how's that?
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your voice shatters me
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your voice shatters me
member of:
~poeti-estinti
*Artistic-Nudes-Club
=Black-White-Club
ciao little k.
About the key thing. I had a key chain that belonged to a recently dead car. Since the car was dead, I had no use for the key.
I probably could have used a better analogy. Again thanks for the comments
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Like silent whispers borne upon rain, they pattered to a land of make-believe.
"I write for the same reason I breathe — because if I didn't, I would die." - Isaac Asimov
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