Bring me good thoughts.
Don't bring no bad ones here!
If you've got bunions that hurt...
Limp around me with a smile,
...
Danger paced...
Are they viewing life,
From limitations of race!
Made important by those hating.
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If people were to come out of their closets...
Millions would find
They can exchange similar wardrobes!
Especially a taste for kinkiness,
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You're too light to handle me!
I need someone with backbone.
If that someone is going to call me their own!
Wishy washy folks do nothing for me at all!
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A shrinking sentiment prompts lament.
Conversations drift,
To lift even listless leaves...
From these hot air breezes.
...
Behind the walls shut eyes stare.
Closed to imagination...
And opened to self depreciation!
Stopped and blocked,
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I came to want to taste your toes...
Back then!
I came to want to see you bare,
Often!
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There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance...
A suspicion fits in this existence...
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You call me a dog.
But you don't give me any meat.
You hear me bark at night.
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Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
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