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528 · Jun 2017
Untitled
Nikoloz M Jun 2017
Tonight plays a hand of old lies,
Play, it will under guided spies,
Lips of seal, hands of revenge,
Sweet-bitter taste of espionage,

Tell to little, and get no true gold,
Tell to much, and slit your own throat,
Get all is needed, quite and still,
Blabber no words, of the real made deal,

Ignore the feelings, remember the past,
Work for today, get rich at last.
I wrote this one at work, when I was sleepy and bored.
303 · Jun 2017
To no bum girls
Nikoloz M Jun 2017
Your *** is one,
Surgeries done,
Still none,
Flat ***,
Your back hurts,
When u be sitted,
Your *** is to blame,
'cuz it ain't fitted,
To be soft or round
But you try to get around
Hiding, sliding, binding,
Long black clothe,
Not to show,
But you know,
Your weist below,
Is a hoax.
224 · Jun 2017
Still unknown
Nikoloz M Jun 2017
Thats your best guess?!
Pain in my chest, god bless,
Your messy head is geting stail,
My coffin is glued with ceramic nails,

Guessing mad, liquid melt,
Goin' through the dress, stress,
Touching, I Softly caress,
Wind is falling of the sky high,

You unravel like a blooming rose,
****** is your daily dose of hope,
Drunk ****, making lunch in a box,
Blood bullets flying, cript stamp

Your mama dying of lying,
Similar to bus crash,
Your mind ***-busts,
Crack mesh, concuss' en,

'normious blunt run,
Wall blam!
Sham sham,
Your are dead wrong & done.

— The End —