lessonA Poem by carne
I stopped stenciling surprises on the street signs
Now instead I stalk strangers on the beachside Her hair's wet, but her feet dry, so it seems right So I suck on her neck, just like a leech, why? If I pour my soul out, tell you about angels and demons The book of my life, tell me is it really worth reading? Do you mean what you say or just say what you've meaning? Am I supposed to be a Christian, or am I Jesus?
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