Strangers call me “sweetie” It’s funny how these blues can mask and hide All the ugly that lies beneath. This smile, I don’t flash it to be kind…. It appears when I think about what I want to do to you, The marks I want to leave behind, prints in your skin Left in theContinue reading “Candy”
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A Burd in Flight 