Essai sur le don, essay the gift I gave Not@Office I gave, not @Valentines but with intent-- such a crime this time!

 

Essai sur le don, essay the gift I gave Not@Office
I gave, not @Valentines but with intent-- such a crime this time; 
I gave and the Gift made good garbage
a prisonsentence, a Wound; SORRY I said I'm sorry that GarbageGiven
an OldBadHabit like my loungerdress and lipstick sticks
about as long in lieu in wait AND THE COPS LUV ID

I did; ThankYouThankYouThankYou maybe this time I learned
the betternot nothingbut Give or be so.burned
APOLOGETICS that GodShe as Love puts the Heart with shove
into a Can AS IF A MANHUNTER bettersbest downunder
Loves'Landfill, and may be this kills
the SeasonOfGiving with JailUnforgiving.
SORRY I tried the Way ThisInHell made wide

bloodygood cardiocide

kills hope for me
the dope and HisCross to cut Off
Valentines anytime

(and why should I say OK as IF
maybe a 501.c3 haps AskanceHers
when NO I shall demur; Miss Take!
The YOU methought I knew got misconstrued.)

SO

Why should Hood crawl from the Dumpster
when Hearts need 4KindKind stay

Under Under Under.


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