Behind my back you ask
Nothing
Why do you ask
Sneaking
Who's sneaking
So I am walking slow
Doesn't mean I am sneaking
There you go again
Asking what's behind my back
Nothing, I swear
Show you my hands
Ok, you caught me, cookie crumbles
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Wings BBQ Hot and spicy Garlic infused You choose Sticky sweet Sauce covered mess So hot it make the devil cry You choose Race to the fini...
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