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Twenty sixteen on some shrooms Was all about them waves In all the overcrowded rooms Of resolution slaves Diggin' raves While I was ditchin' This red solo cup existence By filling up my head with a Reality resistance Through the sands of time I sifted Back to all the wasted years How my need for speed had shifted From its crash and burnout gears Sippin' beers While I was waitin' For my turn to dance with Satan With my blackened liver hopes and dreams Slowly disintegratin' My cuckoo clock then hatched a plan Perhaps in trippin' I would fall In love with her and understand The purpose of this droppin' ball Startin' small While I was tryin' To ensure she'd keep replyin' To the messages I sent From satellites that I was flyin' Passion then my only crime We melted winter snows But sparks inside my opened mind Had wilted like a rose Hittin' lows While I was missing My Lucy skylight diamond ring   Traded in for but a taste Of the only finer thing Obsessions made of solid gold The price of my adventure Possessions that I could not hold Outweighed her sweet surrender As it were While I was teeming With a world of peaceful dreaming I overlooked the only one That ever gave mine meaning *And suddenly it seems that I Am twenty seventeening*
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
2016: A Love Story
Twenty sixteen on some shrooms Was all about them waves In all the overcrowded rooms Of resolution slaves Diggin' raves While I was ditchin' This red solo cup existence By filling up my head with a Reality resistance Through the sands of time I sifted Back to all the wasted years How my need for speed had shifted From its crash and burnout gears Sippin' beers While I was waitin' For my turn to dance with Satan With my blackened liver hopes and dreams Slowly disintegratin' My cuckoo clock then hatched a plan Perhaps in trippin' I would fall In love with her and understand The purpose of this droppin' ball Startin' small While I was tryin' To ensure she'd keep replyin' To the messages I sent From satellites that I was flyin' Passion then my only crime We melted winter snows But sparks inside my opened mind Had wilted like a rose Hittin' lows While I was missing My Lucy skylight diamond ring   Traded in for but a taste Of the only finer thing Obsessions made of solid gold The price of my adventure Possessions that I could not hold Outweighed her sweet surrender As it were While I was teeming With a world of peaceful dreaming I overlooked the only one That ever gave mine meaning *And suddenly it seems that I Am twenty seventeening*
michael-marchese
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Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
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