I EXHALED: IT WAS GUNSMOKE..tried breakin what aint fixed..
the irony's gotta tight choke.. like..
a pretty whore bein heart broke
like.. a dyke fallin for my black rope
like.. a pound hittin all the right notes
full hilt to the scrote? nope.
fearless is the name i stole. yet somehow.. still thought i would lose hope
nope.
never.
maybe its the new feel...
maybe its the faux real..
wait.
baby is this faux-real? tell me
coz i dont wana settle. #ashtag NoRebel.
Sincerely yours, Rebel.
