Tie*You*Up*With*Many*ThingsA Poem by Anastassia.SI’ve become soo great at talking sometimes I feel like an entertainer I am always curious to know what you like about me When i know, you’ve only touched the concave line of the thin skin on my cheek. I know nothing. It bothers me. I laugh. And everything comes back. me along with all the voodoo magic I hate the word bar, but at times, it’s where i’m found in neighborhoods built on patriotic pride and exported skepticism... We are the best! No... This Is The Best!!! ...the vodka..? Yes!..No! I feel the best!! How do we reach that? Are you the rope or the help? Find me...lets make it fun. © 2013 Anastassia.S |
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Added on April 27, 2013 Last Updated on April 27, 2013 Author
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