The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Never Light that Angel Up again

She was pretty and she was nice

And I asked her for all sorts of advice

But I was wicked even though I lusted

For the life that was high and trusted

So when I say my prayers and ask for more

Wont you see that I am your best store?
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