luciasquirrel

19/6/26 Don’t forget that you got purpose To forget the lost unwilling Tinkers still depend on you To be full of imp and stew You were stripped of holy rite By a colt of hateful spite They once heard you say the words “I don’t think u all deserve...” Mr. E becaume a doc When you convert them all at once It’s a think you’ll know to do When you tread along the stew The position of your ship Came at cost to many stints You were thinking in the past When future Man And Will At land You don’t have to be at sea Come to the country, Feel less freed E lone E Leigh We wrile the wretch We hope she learned What loo ca is Where are you now? Your gps? Do you respond to MMS? Does time with freida serve you well? And do the mass resonate with death? I think the dying was too harsh And your particular form of art Is trade based, not for dolls or bills We work with bedoin Are you in line with policy? Do you read like a molecular path? Studying orbitals