A two-sided coin
Pool Life
The Rush
The Crowd
The Crack
The sink
Music Plays
Breath quick
Blue felt
Pocket luck
One drink
Then another
The guy
The girl
One ball
Eight ball
Lady luck
Liquid cure
Party life
Dance life
Drink life
Night life
Love life
About the Creator
Chantae Harding
Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.
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