Tag: sista
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Rider: Stormy Weather
Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I’m just curious… When the thunder strikes and things aren’t right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness and going nowhere. But in the…
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The Games We Play
The Games We Play tied up in a maze of intrigue wasn’t feeling him… till his cologne hit me i use to be addicted to the things men said to me got a tendency to be misled easily there are women twice my age who believe they got the game figured out…
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