It isnt wrong to leech my smelly hands under water freedom of speech Im the foster daughter Strokes of a sister,

Now do you feel better, that you b… Well my lifes just so much better,… In the jaws of death only, you get… Youre a loner, a stoner and it mak… Jawbreakers and wine, wheres my eq…

Its been 14 hours since we met last year, one day like an eternity, a life on drugs and in fear.My loose limbs sway, gotta stop my decay, oh and how you touched my skin, now here I wann...

Hello little Scorpio! You are much before time, with waterflooded lungs: I dedicate to Nouel this rhyme. Last night I danced

Goodbye lunar past welcome solar partriarchy agriculture deflects in morass and ire replaced hierarchy 3 golden hats of priests who fell

My place for real friends in diach… I know it all ends in a perfect sc… I live on my wits, encyclopedic in… my tight pants they fit, and Im be… I live on my greens, stuff the not…

Shades of stars now disappear prolong this trip, for another yea… Homesick I drag bags of books Though docile wanderlust got me on… One two three divert weeks are lef…

One two three– set me free Penguin voices in the infinite nig… body against body until we burn Make choices of wisdom, not of fri… Struggle and study, its for life,…

Far distant ride for some well-ear… my father is watching with his len… I smell it has begun, my holy nigh… 3 hours of pressure and sardine da… One-day-sickness, then Im resusci…

Haste your every day Talk with hands and feet punks asked me the way and pierced my shuffled offbeat I surmount the distant hill

Red eyes ride on a train screams come out of the ear plugs black lungs are smoking chain in her veins all kinds of weird dr… She cant help but stun

There it is again in cloudy skies,… but everytime you face my disguise… Empty smiles and stuttered words,… and I curse the crucious day, when… Intercultural acquaintances and a…

This might be the last Im subject to all these changes tidal humour, ceaseless blast Ive flown higher than all angels So this is my ultimate plea

Alone at the loner stoner home of… I smell smoke and step a bit forwa… into to the tunnel of bright night… with chocolate and him shining lig… I cannot rhyme with a stuffed mout…

Brightest Future comes to fade, ninety nightmares now are left, cant retain my adaptation shade, an apparition derived but deft. Have you tasted life, like me?