I am an illusion
I see color,
not a number
While the bells and whistles
mumble in my ear
I can't touch what is sinful
But sex and booze
are my being
I am an illusion
I see color, not a number
While murder sprays a beautiful
fragrance.
All hail, this Goddess
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.