Wait until you see how much IGlow when I’m with You.I cannot fucking do it yet,But I know just what to do.I can’t even manage toBurn the old me awayBut wait until I do, my Love.You already know the day.
Look, you’ll be the first to know when it happens. Check out the poems I posted today: Sill Afloat Dead Souls On Self Love (And Fox and the Hound) Surrender
a poem by Benjamin Stone Dead souls, dead soulsCan’t be blue.Dead souls noWorse or better than you.Broke man, broke manPay your rentYou can’t fuck the Mother, SonOr you’ll get spent.
