The I of because, fully loaded with tainted glows.
You are my reminder of 4 am and thoughts of the disenchantment that growls.
Feel free to change anything as you go along.
It means nothing just as much as you yourself are, bitch motherfucker.
Swollen to my warts, mimic myself in your own void called art.
If you read this backwards really fast I may just disapear, hopefully.
Lost among the labels of truth and decency.
You deserve less when I was willing to give so much more.
A whore, but no Babalon.
Dru
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