You caught me in bird sheet surprise.
Rolling fat on tired floor.
Anxious bottles rattling door.
Living in angst with coke bottle roar.
Covered in sweat and warm
Bottle eyes.
Slow of your roll
Popping cork bottle flies.
It is comfortable here.
Ever close but not really near.
Your star is sharp
And blue hole scarred.
Ripping pink.
I need an affidavit.
A reason.
A cause.
A plum ****** apogee.
An orbit.
A costume.
A dead skull review.
Of numbness and spins.
Smeared wet across soiled napkins.
Disguise.
In this grace,
Blessings sign wicked circles
Scarred across my face
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
You caught me in bird sheet surprise.
Rolling fat on tired floor.
Anxious bottles rattling door.
Living in angst with coke bottle roar.
Covered in sweat and warm
Bottle eyes.
Slow of your roll
Popping cork bottle flies.
It is comfortable here.
Ever close but not really near.
Your star is sharp
And blue hole scarred.
Ripping pink.
I need an affidavit.
A reason.
A cause.
A plum ****** apogee.
An orbit.
A costume.
A dead skull review.
Of numbness and spins.
Smeared wet across soiled napkins.
Disguise.
In this grace,
Blessings sign wicked circles
Scarred across my face
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