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Rico Suave
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Rico Suave |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Once was called Rico Suave A pretty boy with no women From that day I started livin Spread my wings Let the wind take me Sip from the glass of finer things I'll let you escape like sand from my fingers And where will you be When your scent all but lingers So when the butterflies kiss my belly And the twinkle in your eye tugs at my cheeks I'll smile wide You'll smile too And I'll laugh at the world Knowing I'll sell the silver coated in my mouth I'll spit the gold lined in my jaw Find out the butterflies are moths Your twinkle is the light at the end You smiled at my smile Not with mine I'll still laugh The world can't handle me "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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