Wash me of my sins,
Clammy proofs I existed today...
Are you gay?
Or are you straight...
I want to write a poem
As I sit here all alone...
With all her babies
Tucked in bed...
Yellow will rise,
Morning will shine...
That was the night before Halloween.
And all the trough the house...
I open my eyes,
and look around...
Roses are red
violets are not...
Dean was quite,
nice and cool...
Groilla is name
killing is my game...
Be fluffy.
Make and create different shapes...
Said im the bestest but u got me in the middle
call me jealous...