amy,a parade not 23 but 38.
leave her alone
she is not leaving
you are not welcomed anymore
you heard me,leave,just leave
you missed your chance
your state of grace
your very soul
look inward,ask for ransom
fukk buddha
stop shaking
get smashed
get painted a deep,rich red
the blonde
the ball player
raven's last shot
stop laughing,nestle closer
just,WALK.WALK.WALK.
" you can't have her,dude,you're too full of shit "
WALK,just WALK.
amy spreads a parade
her touch burns gold
bathed in the light
of a number,number
38,
WIN.
- Alfred Huete
03 November 2010
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