Collin Sleasman Sleasman

L 1






Sacrifice love for need
gas for speed
understanding, for words to heed
a thousand bruises, just to bleed
or top down cruises, for moonlight walks
and flashy jewels, for simple talks
Simplistic to bombastic, everything in the spectrum
Your words are the fulcrum, the image is the door
Open up my world and show me some more

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