Twisted Poetry
Ocean breezes and Board Walks, calmed my Nerves. My feet tremble and hands tickled when I walked on site . Good thoughts , Happy moments penetrated my karma. Knocking on the door, dead faces start to appear for all. Unknown unlocked and welcome me, expressing a gentle glaze of interest. Faces that usually would ignite on the site .Why No eye contact i wonder, Then the Devil Spoke, ooh sorry we don't need you, she was So full of ice. Angry and Dangerous exiting out,then I Realize They Are Some Fake Ass Motherfuckers!
Ghost House-Samuel L. Jackson
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