It succeeds in the confided.
Never abundant, only dispersed.
A new awakening, the most remarkable verse.
You inspire, gone insane.
They laugh -- you ordain.
Caught in the limelight, you become drained.
Stalkers prevail, hookers sell their tails.
I envy the beauty of confusion, for it often shuts out all likeness of reason.
The joy of being high.
The message is around the corner, lying nearby.
I fucked her last night.
Death greets her willing hand,
Vulnerably trapped -- stuck in the sand.
I heard she was no other . . .
How sad for the strung-out bitch,
Who found peace on the edge of a dick!
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