Miracle
A lady rush to mine Manson. Says hello?
Curtains wide open closed again, doors banged, red light
flashed.
A glimpse makes cool
and bloomed.
Staring makes her nervous & blinking eyes as ocean.
Apple chicks, orange nipples want to hug, kiss & bite
the lovely lips.
Later, A proclaim come in Massachusetts womb is mine.
Need DNA, frustrates
her to likely to murder.
Never be a companion to thy bitch, they ruin innocence
If it would be than it would be a miracle.
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