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Post by silver on Feb 17, 2017 20:57:38 GMT -6
They call me iceberg, baby But, it's not because I'm cold They call me iceberg, baby Tho' my engine runs hotter than hell You know they call me iceberg, baby Because I was born to damned deep to sit shallow in the water I'm not a grifter running a con I'm not a cougar stalking a meal What you see is what you get I'm not damned sorry I have a mind Don't need anything from you, sugar But, that one thing or two, lover man Tattoo my skin with your sweet kisses You know you're my favorite taboo They call me iceberg, baby But, it's not because I'm cold
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Post by silver on Oct 20, 2018 22:08:33 GMT -6
*bump*
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Post by darkness0within on Oct 21, 2018 13:18:43 GMT -6
Hidden depths then Silver? Very lyrical in form.
What I see is a great write. From a good writer.
That's the biggest sexual organ BTW.. The mind.
Excellent write my friend.
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Post by silver on Feb 18, 2019 21:28:04 GMT -6
"Hello, Darkness, my old friend..." Thank you, for the comments and compliments, kind sir.
But, of course the mind is the biggest sexual organ. Well, for imaginative people, anyway. Haha.
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Post by darkness0within on Feb 22, 2019 7:41:46 GMT -6
For some reason the song 'sound of silence' came to mind... Lol. You're welcome. Truly a great write. From an imaginative mind...
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Post by silver on Feb 28, 2019 17:34:05 GMT -6
LoL Did it now?
And thanks millions, my friend.
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