With macaroni walls, you'll crave my craft
Foreign tasks consist of giant trolls
Domestic vocal cords control your assignments, this won't be your first, but it'll be last
Consisted of walking behind magnetic walls, walls of heavenly made concrete.
Height consisted of dark hallow hallways
Either way the mac and cheese won't burn off slow
Off a mechanism that will end your life, trade in your sandwich
With a concentrated mindset, you can arrange a date to meet my, my males
Don't be shy with it
With your expensive clothes, and out done hair, I have your back, just give me a call.
Walk through this horror hallway, hear the dead, make your way to the end, don't lie there, be productive.
Shine some light on your lips, apply them to good use
Don't waste a perfect gift, nor my energy
I'll have you departure, feel like you came for nothing but wasted time
My heart can be yours, just give me one request
And that's to meet my mates, your life will be stress free, just come and meet them.
Beginning something that will haunt your dreams, I have what you need.
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Thursday
PoetryThe depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understan...
