Old Poem: “Fancy Chance”
Was actually caught red handed earlier trying to break into this building.... I think people are already in there... It's this hotel... It's in Porthcawl.... I tried to climb over the fence lol, I want us to rake over this hotel (hospital) together and sweep up the leaves inside the corridors of the minds of those who slept in the rooms..... I want us to bathe in the salty sea together at the base of the womb...off the side of the cliff... Hanging gently swinging from your blonde hair, Annie... Your curled hair like anime... Curled yellow blonde hair but you're swinging, Annie... Sweat psychopath, this dirty pale green face, Annie against the cliff, Wall clamping your fists entwined green, on the wall... Your hair hanging, Annie, green cross, a serious slag...slug slave never... Humble and warning girl. Girl. Gorl turns to. Girl. Can I be a girl with you? Can I giggled pussy tiled to you? Prog princess, frog and wish dish... Annie you're masking in the house, leaned head over table.. Your back is beautiful... Your hips are wonderful... Honey, I love you too... A single girl and your hung up entirely... Your finger, totally removed from your own... Hoop... Like a leather sea swan... Mastered by the sea... Your hole is a metal circumference... Your Other is a mother is a weather is the country where you're from. Your hair is baby... Your hair is baby... Your hair is, baby... Your hair is... Baby-bottle... Baby booby bottled boots boost bossed. Bossy. Sitting on your flat jacksy jacksy jacksy ass... Triggered by your ankle animal ankle boots... Your screw In the hoop you putz... Taking snake in the lime nuts... Region... Regional... Season's speech is y'all... Crate bar bate, you fall... Skate the nations sky... You crawl... Launched... Eyes rolling in, you're heady... Boys are boys and boys are boys but when your kitchen could be cleaner crumbled dumpster in the ring on the hob... Amber burnt crumbs of Tom Jones... Spread your snakes and fly the flag and wear your hair down... You clown... Tip your chin up, ill hold your face against mine... Your tippy cup of chin and chubby pale slim... Skin... All the things you want for me to say.... You're twisted... Interrac
