Sunday, June 9, 2013

Killer

This jam grinds out the peace.  A sugary joyful rot.  Can I truly think this to continue? This syrup river. 
I'm bowled by the blatant. Stuck with stink of stained heart.  I'm all for this run as long as there is space with out "I"

Avoid plan to ruin.
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