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gabriel duncan

if i had the looks
if i had the tenactiy
if i had the balls
or the drawl
if i had the accent
the tapped potential
that would make them all
stand back in awe

if i could shit gold
spit it out cold
maybe perhaps
then they'd answer the call
maybe it's something
i just can't control
something so subtle
it's to me invisible

all the days tucked in a room
waiting for the moon
to come out and swoon
movin' with a quiet kinda gloom
waiting for some unknown doom

but this flat existance
has me begging for some assistance
not the dependence
i've learned to live with
the brutality i've learned to accept
terrorist wishes for secret kisses
missin' those days
only replaced by regret