Poems from poutyalways

i'm no angel but i could be holy for you
how karma works show love bee hunter become a mysterious personality be funny ruin a wedding find a good book get away with murder move...
roomates mocie endings study habits students tourists reasons (not) to get married stereotypes responses to jokes sounds of laughter...
bread strawberries under $2 soft peaches a box to lock away our memories pens new sheets (the old ones still smell like you) cat food...
im standing in a room full of saints and none of them will look at me. i know theyre made of stone but i cant help but wonder if its...
I used to live in a candy shop, a wonderland of pretty pink pills and drinks so sugary sweet you cannot taste the hidden secrets inside...

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