Friday, February 6, 2015

YZ

Get your gun
Because anything you can do
I can do better.

You thought the z's were y's.
You thought it was a labor of love.

Your aura is bright;
Does it shine through me?
Where do I stand?
Where are my impurities?

Locked out
The spare key was stuck inside from last time
I broke the window
Finally

A suspect endeavor for your better friend
Take no offense
You won't
I did, I will

It was cold outside

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