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My blood runs cold,
with the drop of gold,
that lights up your eyes.
My anger it grows
because nobody knows,
about all the lies.
At a loss of time,
without a single dime,
and all the wasted tries.
With hidden feelings,
that breach any ceilings.
and it hard to hide the cries.
When the world divides,
and when every one hides,
soon.... Everything dies.
- by GOLDGIVER879548547854 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/20/2009 |
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- Title: What you don't notice.
- Artist: GOLDGIVER879548547854
- Description: I wrote this one night and I liked so I thought I would see what you though....
- Date: 04/20/2009
- Tags: dont notice
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