i need to go get a life now.


long laneI rememberlong lane
you on the couch.
Weaving a cross between your fingers. It was late.
Folded hands resting calmly on your chest, You closed your eyes and tried out death. (if you were dead then what was I?)
That summer we began our crusade against naivete: Champions of art and beauty. Heroes of the written word. (Take no prisoners, show no mercy)
We were not children. We wrote poetry instead.
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Music is the fuel of my soul.
I can be depressed about something then
hear a great song and it totally changes.
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Oooo! Mr. J!
Every day i'm hustlin. ;]
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