

WaitingTraces of my tears, Left on the beach. The worst of my fears, Are outta reach.Waiting
The life that I long for, Is yet to come. Till then just gimmie more, Than a glass of rum.
I desire and I dream, Of money and power. But now all I have is cream,
That's turning sour.
Will the day come, For me to prove my worth? Or will I remain a bum, And past time eating dirt?
My Tranquility
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Often imitated but never duplicated....
Put a quarter in your ass cuz ya played yourself
WARNING: Overactive Imagination at Work!
Tell me if it's too disgusting. Hehe. My finger really is just sort of resting over the side of my nose. Really.
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