I'm a Liar, Believe MeA Poem by Tim LionSell your pain for pills To point out my filthy sin Believe me
Prey upon the priest Without asking why To calculate the growing cost Of being hungry and distraught So leave me Sell your pills for pain Lose your soul to gain Something sweet and fair Nobody ever cared © 2012 Tim LionReviews
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Added on September 11, 2012Last Updated on September 11, 2012 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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