feeling inspired.


we are not slaves,

lest we submit,

my only object is to be lit,

lit by the sun

lit by the moon

lit by the bluntness

lifting the room.

what are we here,

why are we here,

take me to places,

never been known,

way with my ace,

way to my home,

little miss fucked him,

turned him to stone.

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