And Few

Ripped the letters off my skin
and                  s
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___l______________________________a 
____________t______________t_______  __e
________r________________e________d 
them on
the convulsing page
Tolerate the ones i notice
never imagined to manage
Loser
Yes sir
kinda be kind
Shouldn't be sound of ear
if you don't mind
i will get to the point
insignificant when i close my eyes
sent my lover a bag off bees legs
She thought it was the bees knees
Relatively bled
if someone where to snatch my hand off
i couldn't give it to them
point to my flaws
inventing the clause
sell my soul to be the devil
Gods omnipotence i belittle
little are my thoughts of you..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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