Petals In The Grass
My Porn
Why is it that some people born
Constantly bleed from a thorn
Lacerated, cut, and torn
Others filled with such scorn
I have seen the devils horn
Leaving me so forlorn
All these scars that I adorn
Secretly I still mourn
Poetry is always my porn
Constantly bleed from a thorn
Lacerated, cut, and torn
Others filled with such scorn
I have seen the devils horn
Leaving me so forlorn
All these scars that I adorn
Secretly I still mourn
Poetry is always my porn
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My Porn
My Porn