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Jun 2014
I come from the gutter; did I stutter?
Between you and me; it’s one or the other.
Had your back; until we turned on one another.
Testing fate is like playing darts in the dark.
Life changes, people getting picked apart.
Real recognize real: keep playing your part.
New beginnings; no idea where to start.
Life’s a *****; no need for a heart to heart.
Ace up both sleeves; she likes them sharp.
Fat ***** singing; I’m ******* her harp.
You only life once; half the time you are in the dark.
Chasing the American dream; in Congress Park.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   pluie d'été, fugyadzi and dj
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