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Oct 2013
You are my best trophy,
my prized possession.
proud and vocal,
my lone and superb inspiration

my only satellite,
drifting over my succumb thoughts;
Emptying spots and vague knots,
unveiled and secretly caught.

Take charge my sweet,
we are winners on our own.
I walk at a fast phase,
running my own unique race,

To taste, and sip
into the wine of victor.
Understand and open free,
minds we need to filter.

We dance, we travel,
paralleled and remarkably adjacent,
come and join my winnings
it's us, our present.

I'll be with you at the top
we'll stay with reasons.
stay with my triumphs,
me, your obsession.

I need your dominance,
my deepest pleasures,
we lead and keep up,
love we cannot measure.

Hoping you're with me,
with full understanding,
I am no other man
never used to losing.

I need to be pleased,
as I please you;
stay on the skyline,
and feast on my resource.

I am a man, eccentric,
a pillar at my right,
visionary may seem,
but making my own light.

I am high value
And I want no *****.
Let us face the world as one,
and make me a sandwich.
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
793
     Marshall CB Hiatt, --- and Jowlough
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