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Can't hold on
I hope I don't get in trouble for using visual art in this piece as motivation
My hands are getting weak,
the air is drying my skin
I've been waiting barley naked
for you to open door and come on in
When will you come to recieve, cleave
and undo this package
it been on stand by, just standing high
baby its yours, I mean its all yours,
believe me all of me, you can have it
My strength is weaking,
I can't hold no more
I hear you breathing with a needing
behind my close door.
I can't hold it no more
My pulsating thunder is about to spit its fire
I don't want to waste this, don't you want to taste this
this ananconda is no longer for hire
I'm branched out and extended
poppin veins with total strain
expansions to your unwanted dwelling
will cause yellings with leftover swellings
and your body will bring the rain.
Can't hold on,
The mood is gone
we will try this again
between sunset and the crack of Dawn
Can't hold on!
Will you hold it!
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My doors are open, all you have to do is walk through them!
Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
John F Kennedy
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