there is truth
in gentle spirits
they grip your shoulders
and hold you tight
smile in your smile
face to face
teeth to teeth
(invasion is imminent)
get me outta here
Please duckies, save me
from your shotgun sally
my glance is piercing
as the Ann arbor day blow-job
that keeps you guessing
so don't fuck with me
or i will keep you running...
got myself a gun
*got myself a gun*
A contest entry
- there is truth in wine by And Hyetal.
850 points, ended December 26, 2008, 9 entries
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LOL... this is very good!



