James McLain Drugs Poems

I can see through your wet panties,
that whores like you wear on purpose.
Boobs full of milk and long fat hard on's.
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I wake up every night at Johns, it's 3: 16 AM
The window in the room looks down the length of the alley.
I have long since had this dream, of living above
this alley.
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To you, I think,
that reality is not known for how a child's is.
It is inconceivable,
you have refused to accept it.
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