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Nov 2015
Is there love for the cold?
The winter months
Who likes the bite of the wind?
Lonely beds and quiet houses
The home of the ******* man.
Nice to none becuz none are nice
They just want something
Everybody wants you then they leave
Getting love from the ones you run
From no love from the ones you run
Towards my dreams are your night terrors
And my love is your hate.
Splitting the bill on blind dates
This is goin nowhere. Already known
Cards already shown. Cover already blown
The voice is calm but the actions are
Wrong as igloo on the equator.
No more drinks Mr. Waiter. I'm good
I'm bad. I'm happy to be mad.
I'm desperate to be sad. Life takes to
Long to move so fast.
Do soul mates crash? Am I drivin too safe?
My vulgarity equals no similarities?
Thought if I ain't look I would find u.
I ain't look and I did look. I stopped
Lookin then started again the mantra
Of the heartless men. I shall end how I began
Alone. By myself. Loved by no one else.
Maybe my mother. She could be lying.
No sense in cryin when u find out I'm dyin
Yo messed up timing. Gonna try to love me
As they piling dirt on my story.
Chapter over.
Book closed.
The single life of the committed *******.
Lytrell Howard
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Lytrell Howard  The Ice Palace
(The Ice Palace)   
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