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Nov 2010
Its odd how I have x's whom after they become y's.... Too much thinking. Gotta catch some z's. My deepest dreams reveal my darkest desires, ironically I'm shallow for wanting a lighter skin woman. Talk seems to be cheap, air costs nothing, actions are hard to come by like a million dollar bag and just as costly.

Rain rain go away, your the blame to my bad day. You and your cohort monday grimace at my dismay. Sicknening these emotional games you play. I will just whisper these sweet nothing in your ear like a lullaby. Sleep now precious day as I say goodbye. Kiss your foreheard and close your eyes because to all tomorrow is a surprise.
Written by
Mario Hamblin
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