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Category : Poems

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Sore Lips,

That’s How You Mak-ing 

Money Out There?

Then I Got You-r 

Ticket Right Here!

I’m Your One Ey-e Blind,

For You to Come Get.

Mo-ney Shots!

At a Black Target.

Miss Vision E-quipped,

Or So You Think Un-til

The Out Lights Breathe,

On You-r Neck Back Thrill-s,

That Leave You So-bbing a

Black And White Blai-r Witch.

As You Watch Me, 

Com-ing Loud- From 

Be-hind your Separat-ed 

Hips Fri-ght-ened!

At M-y Dri-pp-y Syr-inge  .


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