Target man Returns for another/ tease/ girl keeping him yoyoed parallel/ with another/ destroyed centrifuged escape pods/ supposed to rocket/ everything into this gut/ this gut/ got crazy for perpetual pain/ in me where the saccarine smiles (and bitter tongues) lick/ me but now i'm still here supposedly
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
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