in the life of a loner... trespassing sometimes feels so good... n when the mood fit mindsets, attachments cling to the touch... like it should... goin down with high hopes bcuz not jus anyone can get in... wantin to live in the goochie goo strokin the ribs... the alone one that takes to an other lookin in... to hold em in the rush of lookie lookie of what's been missed... the said to be lost companion sent to invade the makings to relate on terms of establishing trust... goin oochie wa wa all the way to the bed.. provoked on other levels of wide open fun... sharing lliukve in plain sight rearranged to intertwine the way happiness goes... the self worth type of applying self to commit to a friendship accepting the reason of moans... groped by hope reflecting a picture image embedded in the mind for all time... as the individual comin out to create a scenerio so feel what is to become of life...
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