Monday, January 6, 2025

Messenger preacher mother friend mouse page

 

Hello i'm still alone.

Cave my eyes from your fires


Hello i'm just a moan

In the time when I was filled with no desires.

I was a cold white tryangle on the pussy foot

The cold man takes his      [[texas]]       understanding too far


The stove is looking for a messenger bottle

He takes his rice hand and

Puts my holy God through hell

A Sunday morning Preacher gives my cremated mother a hand out.


Now my interested friend is opening his wonder mouth

A mouse takes his time and lands on the front page

Good night.





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