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James Walker Mar 2016
A target in sight
Filled with fright
I must succeed
But this ain't right
Compulsions pull
Yet I'm no fool
This lust, this hunger
It makes me drool
The water below me is now a pool
Swim I must so swim I go
Enter the pond and now I flow
My call is answered and I succeed
In the room I plant my seed
A passion with fashion a Sirens call
Her voice serene, I give my all
The bed was creakin and now it falls
To pieces as I waddle in the sin
I pray I cry is this the end
Why must my love be such a pain
All I wanted was to get some brain
So much fun to run that game
I gotta stop if I am to stay sane
Another poem from 2010. I was 16, the second one I've written

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