On the shriveled filthy-brown weak regulators Crumpled

On the shriveled filthy-brown weak regulators Crumpled

Herbs Into the BALCONY because of the Pablo Rosales

As i walk out to sit down on balcony New glare regarding day sunshine interferes with my eyes As if to scold me Such as a father would a man who has overslept Towards twenty four hours whenever there can be far try to be achieved

But I’m sure Father likes me personally And so i sit and remain exactly as I’m Barefoot, shirtless, and you may lazy Safeguarding my vision from the shine of their disapproval As he lectures myself

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