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Aug 2022
A FOUNDATION MADE OF GLASS
ALTHOUGH IT WASNT BUILT TO LAST
I DONT EVER WANT TO PASS
ON THE OPPORTUNITY
TO MAKE A STORY
OFF THE SHARDS OF MY PAST
SIFT RIGHT THROUGH TO SEE
THE BLADES OF GRASS
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF
THIS UNTIMELY CRASH
I HAD LAST NIGHT
IT WAS OUR LAST FIGHT
YOU  SAY YOU DONT WANNA
SEE ME TILL I GET MY CASH RIGHT
WELL NOW IM REALLY
EARNIN ****
WHILE I DRINK TEQUILA WITH
THE WORM IN IT
AND  STILL I HOPE TO GAIN
SOME POWERS THAT PERMANANT
BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL
I HOPE THIS FIND YOU WELL
DEEP DOWN ONE
BUT JUST KNOW  ILL NEVERR FAIL
PUT ME BEHIND BARS
THEN IM BUSTING OUT OF JAIL
GO AND TELL THE WARDEN
I DONT SLEEP
I STAY RECORDING
IN MY MIND IM FIGHTING BOREDOM
TILL THE DAY I...
TILL THE DAY I...
Jorge L Echevarria
Written by
Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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