Liar
Hell in a jar shake it and get a sand storm
Chills down your spine you’re lucky if they come close to matching mine
Kiss me children hold me high
And I will pretend you finger painted the sky
Who is god if not a man in his own image
You are foolish and I am
Blind. Red pepper eye rub intensely intentional shock
Oh no
Wrong? right?
Again.
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2018
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