Sike!

January 5, 2010
By Anonymous

Mother lives in fear of what's to come
Says she doesn't want her child crafted by delinquent angels
Or a stranger fire boiling the edges of the ocean
She'd rather cross stitch her eyelids that look at smart stars
She distrusted twinkling eyes, said it gave away her untold fortunes
Fool. Fool. Look at the fool, she spits into alleys
And prays to her God residing at the mantle of her bed
Afraid to talk because she might just scream



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