Hey Immigrant
punctured, onward continue to quit decision's to make second guessing a moment ,
wit a wound wide opened by sliding the cold shoulder's lap first but enlightened by composure, intellect wasted misuse's of time the truth withheld to prove ill state vs. denial of a mans prime singled too proud deviating the lost to worship no man who lives under trial.
Copyright © Jason Schropp | Year Posted 2015
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