Today the sky wore cotton white tee’s
Stretched thin in the wind and some combination
Glued on worked over patchy jean shorts
No fraud pockets
My hands,
Where I keep them.

Dimples go all the way
No matter what face she
Makes.

My left hand has poerrty
My right hand doesn’t know about.

We die perfectly balanced by
Muse
For caramel centers
Dipped in
Chocolate.

Gonna **** words.
Call it a hate crime.
They've have had it coming
For a long time.
Abusive flucks.

This is a freedom write

Not close to those who ran

From moors 

And revenge seeking seer swell

1800 

2015

Earth mamma

Brother is ahead of me

Makes sure to write it so

Im safe

As he holds back cusses

With a face full of 

Windshield ice and snow
He doesnt freeze up

Listen

I cant drive" i tell him

And work wont let me call in

I gotta show up

(Just get us home)

didnt tell the clerk

I had two newspapers 

And karma 

Has a funny way of 

Making sure i reach freedom

Without owe.

How?
Quit asking & proceed to control drama control down size those voicecovers slippin
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