poem 1 washing my tile
234 Words
The tow.n ER is 30 from the dirt on my feet and buying and the stench of being unkempt and unclean, I like to cream and be smelling like peppermints, remnants as I get into my cream jogging soup before I have to get tight. I must get my tile and yours. Clean for the preparation purposes of my mindset of a hustler ambition to perplex a profound serious stock. Thoroughly, listen to myself and my heart bit before it gods time. My level up I sometimes don't have faith or sort of cry at night. Hoping like a naked person and sunken are bloody with a shirt to sell my smile, but is if I don't go through a regiment of putting on my armor each day and life, I will see the perceptions I have in my resolution to be more than humble. The rest angry with hope remembered to putting together a face to make it locked in for the month. The day the hundreds on the evening answer a call, I'm there are. If God persists of a 100%. Let me see the man of hope the money. The mess are used closest to making the percentage of hope and into it, making my analytic into the world. My position What god has for me so that I can go through mental mind like to pressure , wish myself getting
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