Good morning…

if all is to be love once more
as fools will seek the truth
my calling will be to adore

the core I lost in youth
always I want so much the whore

as she is floating passed
the haze I live in will deplore

my heart to her sweet ass
and she will never see me now

i do not have the cash
and I will be ok somehow

alone unknown to crash
in bed at night to early light

surpass my nights alone
my eyes so wide and so to spite 

the morning how I moan…

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