Fresh Skin
Fresh Skin
With my shadows and ALL
FRESH SKIN
I will need a steed of a horse and a whip.
‘cause we will be riding in the parade throughout
8:00am tomorrow. If I’m wrong though and you
wanted me to not see my shadow, then I wanted skin
Bright lights are staled by every soul and monster sleeps
Until 11 or 12 am, to get started. Pitiful damn people. ”Sir
Can I get my money?” The shadows absorb the attention
That He draws to His feet something said
After days go by I will clean up. Sure
Fresh skin metal Super Lock
Melting a collection of murder
Fresh skin may be dangerous
I don’t drive them then.
Fresh SKIN metal super lock
Copyright © William Curlee | Year Posted 2015
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