RimeyA Poem by thepoisonpenaddiction. it's a b***h.
do you have the downlow on the glow and do you know does it show when I go yes or no for I have sown the seed of the weed to feed my need to be freed of the greed would be solace indeed and to shift to adrift in the rift of the lift of days in the haze where it's cold with no frost for the unbearable cost of living a life driven by strife and self-induced as it may be it still takes me you see to that place where I face now and then the feeding of the needing again and again.
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