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Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
and how the wind doth ramm,
        Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
        **** you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
        So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,

Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
Witches are eating the toes of a troll with a spoon,
boiling blood in a cauldron, and chanting
mischievous lyrics in the silver moon.

Feel their devilish ways cursing life,
casting ugly spells and cackling at
tormented suffrage and strife.

Watch in horror while witches dance,
stripping away sanity by carrying off
hope with no redeeming chance.

**** this nightmare caused by witches,
hypnotizing minds by changing their
appearances.

Hunting desperate men for affection,
seducing the weak to coerce their
love like a **** infection.
Bryan, constantly worries about his life.
Today he went on a walk to clear his head.
It's a beautiful day, the sun is out and the birds chirp gaily.
After a bit, Bryan decides to sit on a log by a small pond
the woes of his future occupy his thoughts.
Then a spider bites Bryan,
suddenly he stops worrying, but,
poisoned by the spider,
Bryan dies.
She loves me but I'm all out of love
Sorry dear, I hate to treat you coldly
But another took my heart
a long time ago
so you see
I can't
love
Her
I want her.
Pure physical attraction
creates fantasies
about sliding her pants down,
slowly,
revealing ******* against tan thighs,
thighs that press together
and tremble,
as my fingertips grip her,
******* rise,
creating hard *******,
two pink **** about to be
passionately bitten and shamelessly suckled.
A fantasy where she's the star,
naked,
straddled legs squeeze my waist like a vice,
she sweats in the heat,
like tears,
droplets from her brow
flow
down her cheeks,
cheeks pressed against mine,
she moans in my ear
softly
whispering pleasure.
A vivid dream fueled by desire,
forcing her thrusts towards me
we rub together,
lubricating
the friction between us,
our two bodies
make one.
I want you
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
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