Suspended Realities
The dripping coast of the letters we host,
Yet some amusing hoax.
From my beer battered guts,
Messed and soiled of hot flesh.
Her eyes did tease.
The vast beyond of harms harmony,
A jail house trip and a crack of a whip.
This perspective must I see?
Give it away then put away,
They will see me free.
Her lies bring to it flies,
As if rotten flesh her love feeds.
Appealing to folks with disregards to a hoax,
For the love was real,
Yet her eyes are blind,
But, just the first time.
Yet some amusing hoax.
From my beer battered guts,
Messed and soiled of hot flesh.
Her eyes did tease.
The vast beyond of harms harmony,
A jail house trip and a crack of a whip.
This perspective must I see?
Give it away then put away,
They will see me free.
Her lies bring to it flies,
As if rotten flesh her love feeds.
Appealing to folks with disregards to a hoax,
For the love was real,
Yet her eyes are blind,
But, just the first time.
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