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I am Dirt
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I am Dirt |
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casademas94 New Member
since 2011-10-20
Posts 3 |
I am Dirt Not some plain black and white T-Shirt Finding a way through life On the road less traveled I trip and stumble And when i feel that my life Is about to crumble I just remember that I am Dirt I am not perfect I am weird My clothes are tattered My family hates my life choices But what can i say I follow my inside voices I am scrawny My teeth are stained With the dribble drabble of society When I question this life I say to myself that I am Dirt I do what is necessary To gain that upper hand Over people that search for Him Try to talk to Him Over analyze Him But I was chosen He said to me Sonny boy "You are Dirt" Close in on nature I chose you to be wild Because you ar my Innocent nymph child You are Dirt He knows i am here I am the strangest one on this world He watches me every night He is scattered around the moon light All though I am Dirt now Maybe one day I will be with Him Twinkling in the night But for now I am Dirt |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I have some very beautiful flowers growing in "dirt" which has a sacred purpose as you do. Ida |
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