From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
she wants filthy love
she's money maker.
she just kept me dancing
so bad, what i do for you.
break right down,
what i do for you.
never cry,
head right down,
being money maker.
and addicted to,
running back to you.
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