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1.3. I learnt all my best lessons sitting in basements chain smoking with church ladies Smoke clouds old Dior perfume filled cold rooms The smell of lives lived Heavenly odour making love under black moons Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn by a God As they weaved their golden yarn Regrets of the words lost to their men left for death in battle fields long forgotten They keep saying that the government will save us I can feel it’s the end when the kids their not right Lost in video games they don’t even play outside Everyone else is done with living Busy paying and praying over the real..... Call of Duty Me? I’ll just keep playing with my golden string Praying for a stranger to throw anything my way I’m just a beggar Begging for some much needed change
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
Gladiators and Tiger Lilies #1.3.
1.3. I learnt all my best lessons sitting in basements chain smoking with church ladies Smoke clouds old Dior perfume filled cold rooms The smell of lives lived Heavenly odour making love under black moons Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn by a God As they weaved their golden yarn Regrets of the words lost to their men left for death in battle fields long forgotten They keep saying that the government will save us I can feel it’s the end when the kids their not right Lost in video games they don’t even play outside Everyone else is done with living Busy paying and praying over the real..... Call of Duty Me? I’ll just keep playing with my golden string Praying for a stranger to throw anything my way I’m just a beggar Begging for some much needed change
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
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