once I bat my eyes and polish my lips
was told they are my ticket worth
welcomes wanderlust words Smith’s
wickedly within its walls worth needs
better security a powerful goddess
gifted with Glocks which keep the
bullshit at bay – I tend to wear my
heart on my chest I tend to have chest
colds I’ve been sick enough times to
know that I can weather any storm
I’ve been sick enough times to know that
I’d rather not I’d like to tie a knot in
this sail and ride out to sea together
but sometimes the winds change toss you
into the ocean pummel the body like
waves crashing into the shore
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