celine charcoal - dilemna

when tiny little orgasms
don't bring up anymore,
and the life's looks
suggest a
lame and stupid crime,
then the options
knock on the skull,
you either have a baby
to scream out a new life,
or you kill your self,
and fly above the sky.

celine charcoal

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