Twin Cities


and Milwaulkee

Explain soda

Water just pops in your mouth.


Bestfriends turn to enimies.

Without doubt.

You can predict my future 

You can reign on sight

But love turns to horticultures

As we all can die of flight

Friends don't do solids

Fuck that shit okay

I've read too many books

that havent said a thing

I cant beleive a day

With a mouth consulting

Well then my friend

I know who has missed me.


Even tattoss dissapear

In due time


Skin deteriorating 

Like rust and 


My skin has finished

as mine has as well





This poem is about: 
My family


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