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I'm going to give you guys something, and I hope you like it. It's a poem I wrote about two years ago. It goes to Rayne, moreso, because I never knew until I met her who the woman in the poem is. (It's not a sexual thing...it's more of an idea)
I like the idea Of after hours When the city is just getting quiet But beneath the ground There's a buzz It's the sound of feet On a smokey dance floor The sound of drinks Clinking against formika tables A soft huff from the exhaust of a fast car I like the idea of a city at night Where yellow taxis Cruise lovers back to pads And office men that are late Getting home from work I like the sound she makes When she enters the room Creeping quietly Across the floor Her bare feet relaxing From tall platform boots Made out of steel And polyurethane Her perfume lingering in my mind Like subtle hints of a dream I like the dying Of a night time city When the sun is stretching slowly Waking up in the sky It's the sound of bakery shops Just opening their doors And the smell of coffee Invigorates my new dream.
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Aww...What an honor...Dustin liked your poem, too...The imagery is great :)
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there's a pair of boxer shorts lying on my guitar
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I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.............yep yep ;)
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"If I could hold on to one thing, I'd let everything go........" -Cara P- |
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How many times do we have to tell you two to get a room?:D
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... ![]() If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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In the words of Beavis.....
*breathes in air and holds breath* I killed a bunch of people once....
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