Purple fills the shot, Sweet, Bitter, enjoyable pain The sting, The rush, The high, The push The fall, The ride, The haul, The lie Purple is the shot, A façade of what was; Sting,Rush,High,Push,Fall,Ride,Haul,Lie Purple fills the hole a continuous flowing.
My new friends, if they are actually friends, said they liked some of my poems, but now Iβm not even sure if they were genuine or being kind.