Jen Juice

pitted perversions of the scenes like the whole food parking lot

singled bottom feeders and lies
if it’s all fire and brimstone
then why keep searching
to find the rhyme and scrape
the side
find the mys
turn the page
and drag your mind
feed my shys
cuz I ain’t got a reason
to say goodbye

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