Slut pistol 11/17/99 She’s my slut pistol, Drugs kill, Covered in red fruit Smoke your death away. She’s my slut pistol, They say I’m so damn Heavenly, Angelic? Something burns in my head and My wrist gets another scar. I’m inspired by the complete poems. She’s my slut pistol. I want him, I want him like I want Chocolate milk, sometimes. I’m so gross like three retarded children Drugs kill? Maybe, no ones asked me. yet. I cry, and she’s my slut pistol I cramp up inside from Lack of use and I’m so tightly Constructed it hurts. She’s not me but close enough, She’s my slut pistol.
Reason for writing:
sexuallity should be left in the open.....i like girls and boys.
Birth sign: Cancer
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