Bouquet of Sharp Teeth.Cold Gravel under my feet ,Cold that I had no cover to warm myself,I've Lived Here once in side this wound They call life,Life that I have Made the Same Mistakes one after another,This Floor I lye On Drains No pain from of me ,I Lye apon this Bouquet of Flowers Call Life,From what cause from touching the same flower,Flowers that have No thorns but sharp teeth,sharp from one Victom after repeating Cold bites,This cold gravel under my feet,A Flower that Has No Thorns,This Bouquet of Flowers are Full of many Sharp Teeth, CPR 2007 James Landry.
