My Frust Always Rated
There in the crowd
a sore thumb sticking
Out do you love my insides
Never knew you before before
only be two
Gave a house and land to my score
think he is settled
A one page book
wasn't a page turner
Socially glued
otherwise located
My frust always rated
My Dep always pressed
Nowh OUT ere of here
Scene
Me coming
back to me now
Memories made from all i have forgot
futility hopeless hopeles hopele hopel
Rild with the hunning worses
Hal could have been pit
if you follow my d
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Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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