Wednesday, September 12, 2012

TRICKLES THE TWINE



A sullen riot inside
Forcing your earnest to hide
There's no need to post the guide
Fuck the norms you won't abide . . .

The refuge you've been wanting
All the talks you've been ranting
The spaces you were renting
Absolutely heeds something . . .

Got a ton of sentiments
Leave no unturned sediments
Careful with the compliments
It may lead to arguments . . .

They became invincible
Yet almost vulnerable
Pull both ends of the cable
Make ends meet, they were able . . .

Riding with your subtle flow
We prefer it this slow
Within every breath they blow
Racks up the regions to claw . . .

How far can we keep the pace?
Will you just let him rip that lace
Just can't show it in his face
C'mon let us start the race!


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