Nylon-RubberMy skin is unique Like nylon-rubber It shrinks and it jumps Needing a loverNylon-Rubber
My chest is a field Where nothing will grow The land is fertile With no seeds to sow
My shoulders hang low From feeling so cold They led me to ice In search of the gold
WalkUpon the green hills With a soft voice in my ear Burrowing loud Sensual and clearWalk
Travelling through the hallway Of insects and bushes A gentle loving wind Calmly pushes
Gazes upon me But I am not there Nothing but body And clothes and but hair
Let's TalkLet's not talk about sport Or whether Hull is in the North East Let's talk about how soft her voice is Or how pure her inspiration seems to be Let's talk about how inadequate she makes me feel Or how much more talented she is than meLet's Talk
Let's not talk about fame Or whether 50k a week is too much Let's talk about the song I wish was written for me Or the musical embrace I feel Let's not talk at all right now Or let's do it all for real
once youre in. youre in
Thank you very much for the watch, it means a lot- I like your writing style, very nice.
~Reb.
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Inspire Creativity.
Amplify your Dreams.
Listen Loud and Voice your Measure.
Look at the World through YOUR Eyes, not Others.
And above all,
Be yourself.
~My Dad.
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*happiness exists when shared*
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