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Marrow.

by peter-r-hamilton

She's a supermodel without the penthouse It's a million dollar mistake if you're not careful The overall outlook seems baleful It can still be amended This is a tiring game of pretended I'm just hoping I've contended We're in a time where people say whole lots of words but never meant them Poetry plays a hand in it's crazies, cheaters and wifebeaters Why are you trying to be her? She has nothing on you and that's a fact I care for how we interact If you're not seeing someone let's have a discussion You've dealt with and dished out the repercussions I'm hoping to be the one the curve the stock arrow Your life, your wishes, your fears, your passion Each and every inch of your bone marrow Don't worry about your one room apartment The neighbors will have to understand I care about you and your potential Giving you something you always deserved If not me, somebody better They're out there somewhere.
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peter-r-hamilton
21 / M
Published
Oct 19, 2018
Time
2m
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#marrow#penthouse#love
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