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Pouring Soured,

Mother's Milk,

-feel no Whistles or Bells?

 

A river my poor state of mind,

feelings' worded

mediocre,

Meiotic

but I am home.

 

I wish to feel a bit more?

To expiate this Trollop!

Gibbeted?

-or boiled

I stew...

 

And finally,

yes finally...

...shall I **** the little Gnome?

*I SHALL **** THE LITTLE GNOME.*

 

Mendacious

not

Alone.

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Written by
david-john-mowers
43 / M
Published
Feb 18, 2018
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#robertbly#ironjohn#matriarch#mother#feminine#female#goldenhair#theking#life#masculinity
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