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She tameth
The wild beast inside mine soul..
She's a beast tamer...
Like two amante de,
They liveth off eachother's lifeblood....
They taketh care of one another.....

Making sweet potion
Under jungle light's
Taking alien flight!!!!
My thoughts held captive
between a goddess' thighs
Though, within her eyes
is where I feel alive.

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This goes for all who are picking on my now ex girlfriend please for me stop messing with her like serious you guys are lamos thank you much your freind Jake kesstler muler
Got people bullying my ex girl and making profiles to spy on her and whatever else than talking to her as such like she is someone else yeah well how bout you all write me personally there are lots of lies being spread on here some know better but some are plainly psychotic as me and others do see there are alot of fakes here with fake profiles but you wanna say she's fake now you will have to put up with my **** not going to let this fly you got issue with her you are a gonner to me and as her ex man I can tell you she's far from fake your the  fake one's, funny how you all can say she's fake yet wit no proof to back up your ******* other than someone me and my ex and few others know are spreading this lie its OK karma is a *****, also you all lost an amazing poet in this place because I can't even get hold of him because I know he's hurt from someone talking behind his back like others are doing to my ex so if you wanna be safe stop being a bullshitter and spreading lies for those who are lying themselves  and for people saying she's got another profile half of you have other profiles so before you point your hypocrite fingers point them back in own eye socket didint wanna do this but one of you already made good friend leave here due from your **** talking behind his back now don't wanna see ex girl friend leave will be hott if you do that so kindly back off
Thank you
Jakob
How do we judge
Patterns of love
For I have found myself
Trying to look
Past the water wrinkled pages of my tired book
Having just used it as cover from the pouring rain
Stepping into this crowded café
And immediately being struck
By the sight of you
I quickly divert my glance away
Yet finding my sight slowly circling the room
Slowly coming back around to
The arresting sight of you
Having realized that I had already given my order
Defaulting to an autonomous response
Showing that my mind was currently preoccupied
I hastily hand over a five
Having missed the exact price
As I walk away I look your way again
And of course I don't pursue
Sitting myself across the room
Viewing the setting in which I would be resting
Insuring it was visible by you
Quickly looking at lighting
And the surrounding set dressings
Of a slightly worn couch in front of a hearth
I set my book down
Making sure it was obvious from across the room
Hearing my name being called
I turn to gather my mindlessly ordered coffee
I see a glint in the baristas eye
Having seen me organizing my setting
And my quite obvious glancing
She called another name
And rising from her seat
The girl I had been admiring
Arose and let her eyes rest on mine
Bringing this suddenly heavy question to my mind
How do we judge patterns of love
And if it's possible to achieve at first sight.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love;
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
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