Friday, August 17, 2012

Crispy

When truth is forsaken in order to sell you just may awaken one day within hell you’ll know by the smell it’s something like bacon and then you can tell that you’ve been mistaken and seriously shaken.
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2 comments:

  1. Bloggerage8:43 AM

    HEHE, I like your poetry.. Followed :)

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  2. rch1:57 PM

    Thanks bloggerage, so nice to meet you.

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