Blonde fanatic who longed for passion.
the root of it all was calmed by accent...
law was backward and so were the thoughts.
all the gain that became blurred in the loss.
a virgin, a version of God molded out of lies
surrounded by light & drowning in pride...
just imagine the insecurity we are allowing inside.
her shame became as blank as a silhouette.
pain that sang harmonies as the willows wept.
feeling lost as her world began to make little sense.
the pillows wet, the sheets drenched in passion.
a hair style that mirrored a collection of fashions.
an collage showcasing what pestillance captures..
I share her idea and burn the evidence after...
the progression of banter ends with sensitive laughter.
the burden weighs heavy, riding in that grey Chevy..
I'm gonna make it rain dear, get the sleigh ready.
Use the shell that lays here & make the waves spread...
gee...she had me outwitted with the homing beacon.
the squad car rolling by while its slowly creeping...
a grave that only deepens, I am shinobis weakness
The hawk that brings you down, pushes you back...
eating up your health bar while you looking for scraps
O how long it took for you to be looking at that.
rookies run strapped shooting down your white flag
now its looking like what she conceals in her nice lap..
where the curly fries at?
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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