

In my dreams you ask me thingsYou asked and I said, Youve broken me like you'd broken bread. Cause I am the chains that keep the monsters under your bed. Living on the third story youve sent, as cars roll away under my head.In my dreams you ask me things
Breathing down my neck will make you a cold-lipped killer baby. Just staring you in the eyes, down past the black and blue, I know, I know, I know you will be hitting my face. It wont clean out your mouth baby so you just savor the taste.
The bottle cast up arcs through the air, hot and black with no starlight. Glinting then gliding, flying over str
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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