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I wish The heat of the sun I could find her Who left some 5 summers ago Or else never existed She. the perfect ignorant happines..

My mothers hands that could smooth the roughest ocean with their softness. That smelt of hope and home and happiness. That when the..

I'd like to think I'm Bukowski But probably more like Ohara That is to say a p***y I deserve a good Crack on the jaw But the whole th..

She had a scar like his exactly like his right above the knee cap exactly on the right knee Well not exactly his was below t..

I look at my reflection Every chance I get In hopes it will make me Real

Something wicked this way comes So let's have it I'm ready Its just ahead I can smell the despair Iron and chalk Let's go The m..

Lightning bugs and kick the can Father crowning me a man Never steal and never fight Unless ofcourse you're in a plight You're a..

I won't drink today I promised my reflection And the fool He believed me Despite himself I won't think about her today I ensur..