bangA Poem by winter;lyra
out with a bang
no print, we dash outta here but we fresh because i ain't no snitch but i know who i am and that i have what i have a body in the bag out with a bang no plans, we men up the stairs, we just can fall with a bang open the mansion you're just full with passion you're too late to sanction i'm out here in the trash © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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