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Aug 2018
I goofed.
I tripped.
I let a little too much slip.
The poison that spewed forth from your lips
i̸͙̊s̴̘̊ ̵̥̋n̶͙̿ö̶̰ṯ̴̀h̶̗͑i̸̫͝ñ̷̖g̵͉̾ ̷̚ͅc̴̨͗o̶͎̍m̷̡͆p̶͔̅a̴͇̅r̶̜̽e̸̫͛d̶̗͠ ̶̫̋ṫ̶͖ó̷̗
t̵̆h̸̼͑e̴̯͊ ̸̯̇ǒ̷͉n̶͌ͅȅ̷̥ ̷͇̾I̵͕̓ ̸͎͊p̴͎̓o̸̦͋u̵͎̒r̶̢͐e̴͍̾d̴̥̒ ̸͈͐ị̸͆ň̷̘ṱ̵̃o̶͙͑ ̵̡̕t̷̟͂h̶̹̒e̵̮̔ ̶̬́w̷̙͑̐̕ĭ̸͇̫͎̓̓̎̄̕͜n̶͔̮̤̍̍͊ͅẽ̸̳̮̔͐̽͗ ̷͓̅f̶̩͌r̴̖̿ó̴̡ḿ̵͜ ̵̺͗w̶̮͝h̸̯̿i̸̤͛c̶̻̓h̶̫͝ ̴̫́y̷̪̾ỏ̶̝ú̴͇ ̴̟̍s̶͈̏i̶̪͝p̸̄ͅ
OH WAIT, I MEAN,
OF COURSE THERE'S NO POISON
a̴̩͗t̸͇̊ ̴̞̑l̶̗͑ē̶̺a̷̛̰s̵̟̔t̵̞̆,̷̝̅ ̶̙̆n̷̮͗o̷̯̚n̴͓̑e̷͖͐ ̶̳̊t̷̪͒ẖ̷̕ą̴̐t̶̛̩ ̶̡̂c̴͎̎ǎ̵̜n̵̠̂ ̷̬͠b̷͔̒ė̴̳ ̴͖̾š̴͖ẹ̷͗ĕ̴̼ǹ̷̘
SO DRINK, DRINK UP MY QUEEN,
I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL MAKE YOUR EYES GLEAM
w̵̗͝ẖ̸̓i̵̡͋l̷̡͐ê̸͕ ̷̧̌v̴̤͂ḛ̴̏ṅ̴̻o̶͇̅m̵͈̔ ̴͖̿ȇ̷͎a̸̡̛t̷̝̚s̴̩͠ ̶̖͐ã̵̙ẅ̷̼́a̸̠̚ỹ̵̠ ̵̡̕ỳ̶͉o̵̞͘ŭ̷̙r̵͚͝ ̸͎̿s̸̤̓p̷͚̽ḻ̴̀e̶̘̎é̵͉n̶̼͘,̵̪̀ ̶͚͌a̶͈͐m̵̆ͅǫ̵͛n̷̤͌g̸̘̿ ̶͐͜o̵̬̐ṫ̶͜h̶̖͠e̶̩͋r̶̬̉ ̷̟͝t̷͎͌h̸̢͌i̷̮͝n̶̲͆g̶̳̀s̸͇̍.̸͓́
GO ON, TRY IT
I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU'LL LIKE IT.
Donovan G Loman
Written by
Donovan G Loman  M/Washington
(M/Washington)   
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