Grunge Me

grunge me in the middle tryn guess my name go on an blow your love ing whistle ain't nothing gonna change hear me in the echoe strum another key drain me from the ocean never drown my plea grunge me ?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
September 14, 2017 at 11:23 AM
I do not understand grunge as it is used here. Do you mean the music or getting dirty? Either way a clever use of words.
Stars Avatar
September 14, 2017 at 12:07 PM
yeah ... that's what we meant ... knew there wasn't any lines to read between ... brilliant ...
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