Tag: writer
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Range-r
You’re a target range I’m on a turkey shoot Like milchig plates I bury the loot If you want it strange I’m a mystic too If you want outrage Ensure you tune in soon Blackened like a heroin spoon My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.
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Getting Away
I can’t never get no satisfaction Phallus rusted with long inaction Of every whole I get but fraction My mirror soul is lightning fractured. My packs are packed cling wrapped You a gentled hawk with wing clipped I’m a wing commander goat, goldlipped My stealth bombers provoke no radar blip My spud shooters got potato…
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Movie Night (Got Tings In)
At my thumb track, her spine traced Her back tightens, undulating lace From her jean waist bending forward Clash of Titans, Andromeda frightened by Krakens Cracking on with it, craic is 60 I’ve techniques like a crack shot for trick joints I knew when she linked me the think sexy is mutual, shortest distance between…