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May 2021
i can recite you the names
of the loves of at first site:
Milena...
"Candice" the Cat...
Samantha...
Janina...
Priya...
Isabella...
             i never ****** these women...
if i guessed right...
  (well... except ******* Isabella...
a silly pre-post-virginity-loss ****...
most probably drunk)....
they were probably
the younger sisters
of the older sisters i managed to ****...
notably?
promis & priya...
just saying...
i was so close to"laura" the Iranian-Scootch...
curse of the younger sister...
it's unlike for man
to marry a ****-star...
the idea fickles and furrows...
to somehow exist via: the cure's kiss me kiss me...
kiss me morality bogus... quest...

    Priya is us: most ******-up...
******* a a younger sister of the first allowance
of a blow-job?
the elder sister's first allowance ascribed...
in the afterlife?
you, me... and my sister...
now i will cite: tired of a shadow...
non-inquisitive of solipsistic islands bound
to the Pacific... rummaging
eternity with bride... and younger sister...
who would ******* need an Islamic Harem
at this point?

    i'll keep her to her word:
her (promise) and Priya...
        on a whale, island... of a non-confessional...
perhaps i was interesting when she said: said words...
bogus I: aged 21 circa...
but her younger sister was my forever
love at first sight...
i can't just ******* wake up from "that"...
i hid and hid and hid and hide more I hid...
this... loiter of...
no!
        eternity is me without *****...
you without concept of revealing access to a "heritage"...
aren't.. we... justified?!
i am father to the fatherless...
aren't we.. justified?!

it's like the doubled anti-******
of the ideology of harem compensation...
to savour two sisters...
you're missing a third though, dearest Graeae...
if you support knowing me: why belittle me?!
how many silent screams have you heard
echo from my cruel: digging imitation of what
could: scrutinise the fabric of public intellectualism?!
forget the verbiage...
forget, foremost... that i allowed myself
to be revealed unto you.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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