Or Was That Mental Bee
I will tell you my lies
Bow only to her
I can between the blurs and frazzles in my sight
hide
I hate September does that make me antiseptic
Move the button
that ends it all
For that might be my call
Failure gave up on me
Restricted my support
Change the meant to be
or was that mental bee
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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