#29 The creature is divine

Dimes and divas,

I try to keep a creepy lineup,

I survived relationships.

The villainess one,

The Ill seed,

But I still feel free in the field.

This is madness,

35 summers,


July, August, September, October and November.

My old girl is dope, but I like my new one.

The merry go round we call life,

Divided at the end of the road,

Confronted I might unload,

My frequency travels through walls.

Die tommorow born tommorow life is deathless.

Life the comedic genius.

Was she crazy before I met her?

Was it my fault?

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