On the eve of 32 I see in it too
Money faded brown on half of twenty 2
Overlapping thoughts
With the same questions that bought
A bag of dreams and petty ties
Too unreal to realize
Surprise!
No more stroller now
I'm gonna roll her how
It's in play been long I stay
On self inflicted wounds
No honey under full moons
Jump the broom I am the groom
Still sweeping back
I got a teddy and black lace 4 that
No imprint I trace on that
I trace on maps
The globe is your panties no spades on that
Playing love games in spades it's a wrap
Sealed in tight latex
I'd rather unsafe sex
Looking in broken mirrors I'm thinking you next!
-pablo godson 7/8/10
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