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Bubz Dec 2014
I know you are scared...
You should ask us if we scared too.
I know you are scared
Me too...
I hate the sound of fireworks.
Reminds me all the gun shots near the pier.
She brought a 6 pack of beer to remind me that life ain't fair.
Life was a dream at one point, then I was rick rolled.
Trolled.
By all these producers and all these fake agents.
Wishing to myself hoping that I made it.
Heavily degraded.
Two adjectives to smush in like our lips.
Please lord give me one more wish.
KorbydAngyle Dec 2020
We stumble into virtue as the
New year greens our potential lights
Then we stare chant hack
Betwixt sappy speeding steady
Legs
Slowly walking   is this fila beast
But now exoskeleton rungs of fur
Aim and denial at twelfth then ninth
All vows the first copper sheened window
4 falling deedle mort limbs
3 then finger apparatuses
Excuses cleaned sorrow's boiled jam masonry
Excuses always twisting ending not seeking
However! I've impacted the  fracas of stockade feelers
Such swords and  swaths, which? Spatha yet Scythe....
Yee who walk forsaken embrace
For together we might  bruise/ fall
They lunged spirits broad
Strikes!.... yet nothingness was more than air
Preclude to needless remorse
Folks of  instinct with witch
Each has a kiss is chaos
Cacks and Clubs Kow! Kazaam! Zaps and Chattle
Chains on Mice and Rust on Bottles
Then might and magic we may prevail or...?
Perhaps chance though little  for tail ?
Or simply contemptuous each day
Yet one day might appeal a contemporary write
All this is done of the thoughts
For a New Years night!

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