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ice wild

she was ice wild cool sharp with the eyes of a child images of a starry night and the negatives of a hazy day you can recall the feel of it all the buzz and fuzz blurred out in a dream like sorta way take a drink of her pink lemonade blackness and hide wide…… Continue reading ice wild

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Nothing gets through to you

It’s not all about me It’s about you too You live to destroy anything good that I give you You never look at yourself. Must be nice living that way That’s not advanced That’s pussy-ass shit If you looked at your behavior even just half the times you’ve made me look at mine then maybe…… Continue reading Nothing gets through to you

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