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Aint mi gurl

I met a women who wouldn't say hello,

she was in my life before I could let you know,

so hard to find a little find like this one-
don't ya know? 

It wasn't me who became the Ogre,

it was my entire past,

she magnified to intense proportions over night,

but that women still only shows her teeth white.


In my dreams,

and in my coherent mind,

the rudeness shines,

in others as well,

pours like pales when I don't get what I want-
I feel like my past might as well be gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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