Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
Call out for me
But dont speak to loud
Come look for me
But dont stay around
See me when its darker
Are you sick
No YOU'RE A STALKER
YOU SCARY LUNATIC!!!!!!
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