FAR END BATHROOM STALL:
God, there trying to stay silent, please forgive them for there filthy ways.
Its unlogical, its pushing and pulling.
There hands are wandering.
There pushing each other away, than pulling each other closer.
He's touching her, squeezen and groanen.
She's moaning, and holding him close.
Trying to be quiet, but the far end bathroom stall is hard to stay silent in.
There gonna rip each others clothes off at the end of the day because they cant make it as friends.
In the far end bathroom stall.
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.
