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Member Since: 2013
Location: nj |  posted Wednesday, June 27, 2018 12:28:14 AM  
a man sits alone in his room that’s his throne,
reciting a poem of years and he feels it in his bones,
now their all clones plus there’s no originality,
fake mentality, they lie casually, most die gradually,
grammatically a majesty... there’s a knock of travesty,
some chick enters fanatically saying maybe a casualty,
he’s girls girl said its tragedy margie got hit on adams street,
she had on Beats to the store to grab some treats,
erratic speech was outta reach asking “was she alive?,”
she replied with cries “i’m sorry clyde she died,
she’s in skies and she said she’s not with child she lied...”Partial IP: 224.194.89 |
