I confess
that I never confess
I don't digress
this mistress is blessed
with the thing in her breast
that nestle with the rest
of the festering pests
I detest
ever selling off
or culling off
a shred of distress
why **** with the mess
when you can simply guess
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
I confess
that I never confess
I don't digress
this mistress is blessed
with the thing in her breast
that nestle with the rest
of the festering pests
I detest
ever selling off
or culling off
a shred of distress
why **** with the mess
when you can simply guess
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