And yet again,
And yet another night;
We both leave our houses;
You go to the club and wrap yourself in girls,
I go in the dark and wrap people in blankets.
Don't worry,
You're going to heaven only.
I love you enough,
To wash your sins, with my virtues.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
