It's not deception,
but it, I cannot believe.
These truths transmitting,
time permitting,
will crush me flat.
I'm not sure what to think,
in the fact's bull-rush.
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
With a dash of nothing,
spicing the world.
Give me a kiss; no,
give me a twirl.
Splicing the word-weary
and thought-Leery.
Such fresh ********
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
It's not deception,
but it, I cannot believe.
These truths transmitting,
time permitting,
will crush me flat.
I'm not sure what to think,
in the fact's bull-rush.
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
With a dash of nothing,
spicing the world.
Give me a kiss; no,
give me a twirl.
Splicing the word-weary
and thought-Leery.
Such fresh ********
Screaming out.
Damming it to be,
cardboard scenery.
In sincere
secrecy.
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