Coning Poems - Poems about Coning

... Gold Digger now I'm not saying she's a gold digger but her hands are in my pants pants pants and I'm thinking as far as I can figure she's not asking me to dance dance dance cause the onl......

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...step a little closer come into my mind follow the screams that haunt the horrors that bind do you feel the shadows as they crawl into your memories teasing tasting devouring your once happy dreams......

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