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Kewayne Wadley Aug 2018
When does our weekend begin
Time flies in contemplation.
The day ends, quick to start.
Belittling how the nights are not the same.
Caught in thought.
The laughs that start soon as I see you.
Things that occupy time until the next time.
Again becoming a past time.
The season changes in a matter of days.
The weekend still so far.
The human heart a mystery.
Full of affection. Restrained throughout the week.
Fond with anticipation.
To see you, to feel you.
The embrace of like minds melting in the torch of where we dwell most.
The week becoming longer and longer.
When can my heart beat it's fullest.
Running away with every throb.
Taking you further and further away from where we have to come back.
When does our weekend begin.
Holiday included, extended weekend.
Seeing you smile.
The weekend is near
XxamnesiaXx May 2015
cause getting faded to long got me rolloing stone so i take another hit **** another serotonin i got a hand full of beans and a chest full of ****
got me singing bout a bi while i"m blowing out steam yea i know i got m issues why you think i ****** flow? but ima keep on smoking till i cant hit another
i love this part of the song

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