Date

07/20

Author

Everdamn Poetry

Give him what he wants

Its not worth it mate

Literally just hunts

Eyes filled with hate

He takes your stance

Without Breaking glance

 

Keep it real man

What are you gonna do?

He ain’t really a fan

It isn’t in the rules

Stand there in a trance

Without Breaking glance

 

The Broken bones

Twisted, scarred faces

It just feels the norm

Quiet makes me daze

Quick bare knuckle dances

Without Breaking glance

 

 

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