Sounds
Fake locations
fake bread you brake daily
tryin
to escape your true path of hatred
I like you better when you are only you
naked with with your blunt words
don't hide behind the white sheets in Georgia
I will find you and place storms there.
Copyright © James Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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