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poem poem of the things of shame

rhymes are all kissed

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I look up from here if I were a blue sky

know, it's obvious a rhyme
speak of love, what else would you have expected?

should be a poem of love
but years ago I sold off my heart, I
port in a trembling hand I was back
soggy anus.

These two verses do not speak of a woman of my bad luck but
Madonna's
When I opened the door
I received a pie in the face:
was his dead flesh.

back to you.

be honest I think I see what you all black.
if I say that's not my fault I
I would say only: "Go away!"

juice my writing
Starmie is that I should shut up, get rid of

continue to hope that a nice ass
enough to learn to love.

Okay I raise my finger,
I say: I want you to die

but I think I made you flee.

I'll stay here and wait I'm tired of ruining everything


I try to touch.