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On the Wrong Side

You got a bad ending attraction to winsome things Pretty possessive faces, which crack the whip and pull the chain Each mourning is a close shave beginning Rough insomnia dreams, so razor thin ... risk dangerous You’ve been sleepwalking Chorus: on the wrong side Letting your nether thoughts awaken So busy blind date talking to a hurt locker guide Now your skeleton key secrets are taken The things you want to hold on to, is the pain you need to let go of The sleep you’re always losing is on the wrong side of pillow love Your restless rite of passage was on the wrong side Red was the light flashing: “X-Dangerous” Extremely fatal touch Sending submissive message, your nose is open wide Wrong pheromone signal given due to lust, a pleasure poison rush You’ve been sleepwalking Chorus: on the wrong side Letting your nether thoughts awaken So busy blind date talking to a hurt locker guide Now your skeleton key secrets are taken The things you want to keep locked up, is the pain you need to let go of The sleep you’re always freely losing is on the wrong side of pillow love

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Date: 10/26/2019 7:58:00 AM
Wow Freddie enjoyed this so very much! Read just like a song my friend!;)
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Date: 10/24/2019 9:59:00 PM
Chilling stuff! ~ Doctor of Darkness
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Date: 10/23/2019 4:23:00 PM
Love this a lot. Can so relate. x
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Date: 10/23/2019 4:23:00 PM
I also like the words sleepwalking on the The wrong side. Good poem Panagiota
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Date: 10/23/2019 2:46:00 PM
I liked that, sleepwalking on the wrong side. Such a creative piece my friend. Do you have music written for these lyrics as well?
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 10/23/2019 3:15:00 PM
Alas, only in my head, Chris. Ty for stopping by, old friend. Love and more love always.

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