smells like strangled dreadlocks, this vibe pulsation right through me, its kinda cold, kinda weak, kinda reminds me of childhood.....
Im distracted,
by.....
all of what we are,
I was grabbed by a faerie called 'trouble' last week, stole me from my writing corner,
she showed me just who she was.... pure fucking trouble, she is following me now,
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