LibraryA Poem by Ben Mcan you turn around a hundred times and face me? he said and then she walked past blue pink eyes operating room skeleton purgatory and found a brand new creep dash frontward into the skull of can you turn around a hundred times and face me? he said and she smiled and looked at the sign: no concealed fire arms or handguns no concealed firearms and handguns no concealed firearms and handguns no concealed firearms and hand guns no concealed fire arms and hand guns no no no no no never, but still again time clock ticking albeit. the whole shiny mess of tiles bathrooms silverware books atlas world ocean library that had found its way into could never be replaced, its a wonder that so much information could even happen. can you turn around a hundred times and face me? he said, and then you flip the cake and pop the pan and find a new house because you burned this one down making your damn cake, but its okay being outside because the sun is bright and oh god bless you blue skies, i cant find a single reason why not. if the earth and sun can just be green and wood why cant we all just be friends? can you turn around? he says again, but she cant listen her eyes found different bird fly feather flip downwards forwards sideways, i dont really care for anything at all. and if the whole world would just crunch itself in, well id be okay © 2011 Ben MAuthor's Note
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