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#boi
Bad Boi comes along Bad Boi look for me Bad Boi better understand Bad Boi is a Pawn Boi Bad Boi be a Good Boi Bad Boi follow the rules boi Or else Bad Boi gonna end a Dead Boi Bad Boi hanging from a Tree Boi Bad Boi could be a Fall Boi So hold my hand Bad boi Cause Bad Boi loves me Till we dig our graves boi Jump in before me Bad Boi Or hold me tight Bad Boi Together we float Bad Boi Bad boi is always Mine Boi
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 4:54 AM UTC
Bad Boi
nothing lost nothing gained no more breaths no one saved
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
net worth 0
I don't have a poem today, but I do have this video that got sent in the group chat. https://youtu.be/Qp5apTvlHt4 (Thanks to @Amaryllis for the vid ;)
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
Note 204:
I know She exists Somewhere, waiting for me Her eyes as beautiful as the night sky The image of Her taunting my brain We’ll meet with a feeling of uncertainty Clumsy fumbling of words Heart racing beauty I know She exists She’ll cherish all my flaws And still look inside Seeing nothing special But a boy with teary eyes She will be there to wipe my tears Along with fear and sadness Her hands as soft as silk I know She exists
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
I Know She Exists
Here come dat boi hey wassup? Here come dat boi hey wassup? Here come dat boi hey wassup? Here come dat boi hey wassup? Watch him rollin watch him go Watch him rollin watch him go He be rolling down the street he be rolling to dat beat He be rolling down the street he be rolling to dat beat Watch him roll Hey wassup Watch him roll HEY WASSUP!!!
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
Here come dat boi
somewhere in between a second ago and my next step something that doesn't need to let go because there's nothing to let go of only to understand layers we can't fully experience, but know simply having trust in the dissolution of thought (but sometimes I see your face in my head for 3 seconds and it brings me to a state of distraught) no palladium for me a free being, same as the energy that flows with the leaves no conversations regarding what a nuisance I was with no decency that was then and change is now, every millisecond how could we possibly p re ten d. ??? (!!)
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
1 diez y siete
Amongst the leaves I am a conductor I have guided their hue and told them their future they have agreed I am a wanderer, I am Bede and lost amidst the cockles I have bled and tasted the Salton Seas I will give my entire wealth of the universe which is replenished I will show the world the gift of my unknown It is soft chocolate that has melted in the heat It is a love that is unrequited and dies inevitably I am a philosopher and upon my hill I view some lady in the garden She is beautiful but of the state and in that way I cannot be I am a trader of knowledge and wealth is the secret I guard enviously She will never have this treatise I will grow old and wither on the steps of the acropolis I will become food for the olivine complexion of her skin I will be the very foundations of her visions I will touch the corneal fragments of her children I am a faker and a figment of imagination
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Robinhood
I have never been to Texas. I have never been to the star-spangled states. I would like to. One day. I want to drive along the mobius strip highway, On the right-side-wrong-side-not-the-left-side of the road in a right side driver seat car. I’d watch the kilometers miles tick by. To look to the horizon and see the lone, level lands stretch away into nothingness. I think that would be pretty great. I would drive and drive and drive and drive. I would drive right into the absolute oblivion of a West Texas highway at night. The stars would be brighter there.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
All Hail West Texas
I stare up and see the clouds move aside, And a soft shimmer rests upon my face, The cool wind passes i open my eyes, And begin to stare at the shining grace. It’s beautiful, and my soul starts to spark, I view upon the grace as my mind is undone, But then my eyes begin to hurt, and my vision goes dark. That usually happens when you look at the sun.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
Are you stupid..
You're all caught up Archivio Unwanted New for old replacement Appear away, the end of today.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
Inbox
I am so angry But I still can't smell you You touch my skin But I still can't smell you I **** on your feet But I still can't smell you You lay a kiss on me But I still can't smell you
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
Little smells