02-12-2021, 04:07 PM
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Badgerdick
Join Date: Jul 2015
Location: Showdown City
Posts: 2,604
Battle Record: 11-2
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- Art of Writing League
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Quote:
Originally Posted by fraze
Even now my mind’s still on her. She was from Barcelona
Auburn hair, hazel eyes. Camel by the carton smoker
She had me part and parcel. Dropped me off departing cargo.
This kind of baggage casts a shadow that won’t let my heart go
It skips to hear the beat play. Frozen at the replay
My mind rewinds as memories remix with father time the dj.
Lights shine at night time, hips greet melodies with a slight whine
The whole world seems aglow but that might be the white wine
Streets glistened with a hint of rain. It was the fifth of May.
Maybe two months in, a foreign visitation trip to Spain
Family hosting told me I should see the sights inside the city.
The Basilica was beautiful. But the girl I saw in front was twice as pretty.
Reviewed my notes from Spanish as I tried to ask her name.
But I had slept through every class so I crashed and burned in flames
She laughed and told me she’d been hoping to speak English more
She turned and asked me for my story as the storm began to pour
Forgot that we forgot our umbrellas, as we opened up
Sheltered by the awning of an open karaoke club
She asked if I was thirsty. I said yes, our steps were hurried.
The cloud began to clear just as my mind became a little blurry
She said she’s headed to restroom
Father time adjusts the needle.
Despacito plays while the senoritas dance flamenco
Smiling in the moment. No, I haven’t felt the panic yet.
I look over and she’s smiling. While HIS hand in on her breast.
That haunting melody plays ever slower.
Feel like I’m floating. Is that the floor or ceiling getting closer?
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TRASH
TRASH X 2
ABSOLUTE GARBAGE DUMPSTER HEAT
TRASH X 999999
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