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Trench

Trench

 

Things I used to do

Right now I ain’t used to

But some how its usual

Love is just a phrase

Lost in a gaze

Dismissed by distrust

Lacking provocation

What do I know about assuming

Everybody can act an ass

But who willing to get ass fuxed and such

Excuses are crutch

Thank God not luck

Coltfiction is contradiction

Possible impossibles

Defeat would mean prosthesis

This is lyrical outreach

And I ain’t even speak it, yet.

 

Trench

 

A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.

 

“Trench” Is A Poetic Thought Written by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

Sponsored By: Frank Electronics

 

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