get High like penicillin
a.
Old new day the beginning of the End
to let _ _ _ Know all my feelings
Would be an
Emotional ambush
on my
conscious roots
I recall LOOKING for your trees heart
but then POUNDING on the trees bark
because _ _ _ gave these ways of none Entrances
like a maze I'm fenced in
a.long a path i feel is right despite our miss halfs
i have to call M like i see M...
its like tic tac toe xoxo xxx...