And all you do
Is walk on eggshells,
Because you are incoherent;
And I am far more alone than you
Shooting off your gun with blanks,
Oh sexy love lingers on
As you're walking through the door
Salty, savvy, roses
Kiss the lightbulb and shoot;
And shoot like your life depends on it
Shoot me more, and more, and more
Dirty bullets hit dirty books
Filled with confessions,
Beware of my heart
Before it is pure--
Am I a novel to your disguise?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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