Won’t lie. Plants dry. Animules cry. People die. For attention. Barry
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Mile wide love. One inch deep. Justa lake of love That you can’t keep From vanishing poof! Into thin air. Wear some other shoes then You might care Beyond the surface. Surface. Surface love. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
God works in mysterious ways. Like those times when Lucifer plays and Who’s to say That this Ain’t the way? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
She laughed and cried. Whether baked or fried. Then honestly lied About How hard she tried To keep it all inside But the monster… It sneaks out. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Girl you cough your lungs out. Don’t leave an organ unrattled. And should anyone question your fits Pierce ’em with those eyes unaddled. You’re doing sick the way you do shit. Full On – fuck side saddle! Thank you, friend. Barry out.