Tag: grind
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Steel Toes
The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
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What I Could Say?
What I Could Say? I can say a lot But I get stuck somewhere in between phrases Going in and out of phases So I’m spicy like mildsauce But my tempo is caunjan So I say less I don’t want to offend you So I get stressed Instead of thinking of my needs …
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