simile

November 1, 2017

keep my g silent like lasagna

creep slow stay in the shadows call me it

but i aint no clown wont catch me laughing

i keep my pockets swollen like they just got done working out

see through the lies like a two way mirror

cant be fooled i know all

but i don't mess with the illuminate

keep in touch symbolically

im done take me out the oven and enjoy

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