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#goldie
Goldie,the golden boy, the real C-3pO. Bury me with my golden chains, I was always an expensive slave. Six feet under, in a brown golden casket. Many days, nights, seasons and years will come and go. But I'll still be Six feet under, in a brown golden casket. The flesh will rot away, but like an ol' ***** pirate, my gold teeth will still be shinny, my rose gold Rolex watch will still be ticking. Goldie, the golden boy, the real C-3pO.
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
Bury me In GOLD
i still look back on the days i called you mine i loved you and the feeling was mutual until a year passed, and the sun set on a chilly autumn night i could no longer call you mine your love for me had faded and you were looking at someone else the same way you looked at me months have passed but it feels like years i still love you and i always will but without you i feel lost no longer knowing who or what to believe in i close my eyes praying for the day when i can call you mine because in my mind in my soul you still are.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
mine.