I give
My eyes
Away
To eat wings of ashed winds
Crawling loss of time
Delicate I find
Mold I'ma break
Too desert to shake
And I bleed with you against my dress

Kendall you on a rooftop looking wrong

Kendall at ratsos Carmen macrae
Find hurt again

Carly don't waste thighs
Don't give up an ankle of space to em
****** up!

Letting is showing you biz

Just a little lovin' early in the mornin'
My recitals don't weigh
Justice gonna stay the execution

Wine can't hustle Koko out my coffee's

Justin living in sack race city kansas

Eva the os a handle from Zeus I caress down in the Atlantic at night

Somewhere, the stars
mark my skin with absence,
branding me
as one no heart will claim.

And the country is now full of graves,
Full of sad faces,
But the people stand, saying,
“They are brave.”

So what about the children?
War took everything,
And they are now wildrens.

So, they sit around,
Talking about,
Their wounds.

They are burying,
Their dreams,
Their Families,
Their Home.

So, they pray.
“Please, come back,
I miss you. Mother.”
And so they spend their day.

So when they need food,
Mothers kiss their sons,
And wish for their sons,
To come back alive.

But it wasn't like this,
Once, it was happy.
Once, it was blessed.

You been around?
Since recessions is happening?
Then you on the you built a house
A building law a legislation with us
If not you a prisoner

Sicily Woman a devil prisoner
Whole family a prisoner

Take you to thrive a prisoner coatracking company
****** business people
Oh you the people

The lt commander of Florida the Testa girl
Been in my house hiding since I was a boy
I'm home alone Kevin because the **** Testa girl a scary Mafia beauty smile at me

I love you racquel
You need the prison
For the good of all women
Poetry
Paris Jackson is single!
I will possess a soul
It wills to be a mighty bee
Temporary people state down at you from no humble abodes they welfarin it

I'm sleeping with Billie girl dreams a song gay
Normalize your mind
Delusions a grander goose your face *** day mates to me
A second movement a lot of walking

None of history hit you
Yet you a horse whiskers tongue can't get out of the grass places
Alone too long will farreling the monster

Strange fruit is on!

Billie need me

Carmen macrae coming up

The street is washed in a morning hush,
Tiles whisper stories under rush.
A woman walks in flowery grace,
her dress flowing behind her
A building in the background keeps watch
Over all that’s there
Like a silent protector

Between the stone and sky’s soft blue,
The city breathes in something true.
Modern windows, ancient light—
the city begins the day just right.
It’s morning.