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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #2084164
Sour and hated by the dark, even a wish will hark
Play the fool...?
Make me yourself, in the tartness of giving hell
Chances of voices in hard arrears, what a tool?
The lucky with their liberty's in the kindness come for more than little...

Ways to sit in the sun
Wages to flirt with the good
Walls to ask the tawdry name of money
Wishes to fish in the river where it all began

Rock and roll
Milk in a despised hour, to keep a lonely day
For the rest of thus, the taint of energy confined and held
For a risen sunshine, that knew you for a clash, a step in the right direction

Rock and roll
Sincerely, my name in a reason to finish the mind, many
Of being and utterly known agedness, to see to and to extoll
Where we save ourselves from the nibbles, the can has become stoic and bland

Rock and roll
Winks and stinks in the wind
To tell a new story, of vision in the left, full
Of pockets and seasons for the neglect in a bind

Rock and roll
Sour tact, in view of another angel, the terror of sophistication
Skipping the treasure of the road, were almost home, with chicks and tigers
Merit in the future for a song in the head, where since and shame know an intuition...

Rock and roll
Why was the honor in a classic look of dread, a stare to come and shiver?
Bent on the succor of happier truth's and the melting eyes of irony for you
Wouldn't, and angels on their shoulders, the food for thought like we are the sleepy sky to question your...
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