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Driving through the parking lot No cars to be found I believe it could be Sunday So I'll just walk around Off to get coffee But I think the malls closing I order a drink But the guy is opposing Walk to a bench And there I sat Here comes Briz and Billi But who the hell is that? We sat on that bench For some odd reason We got the great idea To commit some treason We took that bench Straight to the door But the cops were there And made us put it back on the floor I sat on the ground When a little kid came over She was the cutest thing But her mom wasn't sober Mid thirties is what I assume She hunted for what was missing She sat too close behind me And then we started kissing She shoved me over My back to the floor On top she climbed And out loud I swore I put up a fight Because I hadn't a clue Why she picked me To be the one to ***** I woke up gasping And there for I panic These dreams I have Are too ******* manic Why do I dream Of such different matters Waiting for my heart To crash and shatter I want to dream About kittens and rainbows But luckily for me That's just not how it goes
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
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Driving through the parking lot No cars to be found I believe it could be Sunday So I'll just walk around Off to get coffee But I think the malls closing I order a drink But the guy is opposing Walk to a bench And there I sat Here comes Briz and Billi But who the hell is that? We sat on that bench For some odd reason We got the great idea To commit some treason We took that bench Straight to the door But the cops were there And made us put it back on the floor I sat on the ground When a little kid came over She was the cutest thing But her mom wasn't sober Mid thirties is what I assume She hunted for what was missing She sat too close behind me And then we started kissing She shoved me over My back to the floor On top she climbed And out loud I swore I put up a fight Because I hadn't a clue Why she picked me To be the one to ***** I woke up gasping And there for I panic These dreams I have Are too ******* manic Why do I dream Of such different matters Waiting for my heart To crash and shatter I want to dream About kittens and rainbows But luckily for me That's just not how it goes
Just another ****** up dream
l-smida
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
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