Bid on the buyer
That's my bet
Bet on my betters
And be Lucks letter.
Number 1
And 8
Divide,
You're lefts with 8's
Starting life to late.
The potter and his plates
His foot on the pedal,
Hands on the clay
Reworking what he believes
To be too late.
Early morning start
And hurt fills his heart,
He holds together
Like dried cracked clay.
Living life he plays
His part,
Untill
Heavy & ******
The grave heavy
& muddy.
Disintegrate, reincarnate
And intergrate.
Live again
Love again
And be whole,
Feel full
And reach your goals.
Sacred with the power of soul.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
Bid on the buyer
That's my bet
Bet on my betters
And be Lucks letter.
Number 1
And 8
Divide,
You're lefts with 8's
Starting life to late.
The potter and his plates
His foot on the pedal,
Hands on the clay
Reworking what he believes
To be too late.
Early morning start
And hurt fills his heart,
He holds together
Like dried cracked clay.
Living life he plays
His part,
Untill
Heavy & ******
The grave heavy
& muddy.
Disintegrate, reincarnate
And intergrate.
Live again
Love again
And be whole,
Feel full
And reach your goals.
Sacred with the power of soul.
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