the mysterious leaf scotch-taped to my door is frustrating idk why i just took off my pants and i'm scratching my leg and the next poem i write will be about someone it's getting hard to tell who i had to stop being luis just to start thinking again how close can i come to pouting when i'm not even in the room forget it i didn't really want to know the release date for views from the 6 will it k** me to wait 19 more days? that question is irrelevant