Tallon Fassi

She cut me out!

Off the pictures

 of the memories

What it’s all about?

 

Like a cancer born in June

Or a baby of the blue moon.

One of a kind

some how

 beats

the Nuts

 

Like double vision with precious

Ladies dancing on a pole

Fear takes hold of the body.

Talk that shit,

I think it gaudy.

 

But fuck it, we came to party,

We do start a bit of trouble,

But we don’t bother anybody.

 

Heads up.

Show down

Push it in.

Play a round.

Flop it over.

Let it ride.

Its a game

 You are still alive.

 

  

 

 

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