This is the hour meanness bears
Girls marble eyes fatigued by sun-filled play on Summer sunny days.
Black angel of mine, meander near my truth; corral words interchanged between the mortal whims we buried near the sand and stone murals the coastline and ravines overthrew.
Many orchids, chocolate brushing a with death'careless needles- adapted since.
Now I follow you, the boldness of your emerald crown, and the swueakiness amidst your new Keens and their patter on the crackly ground.
A cute exists to cease your pain
It takes the somber in your ails
Then slivers off pieces of your bones.
The downside is you **** all day
Your fury enrages you more.
The three-step antibiotic treatment
Made the sick in you sicker-
Treats meant to wander freely Now we've been in this trapped plainness in trapped family nowhere-land; until so miserable, melancholy, and disappointed
Anger turns to shouting.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
This is the hour meanness bears
Girls marble eyes fatigued by sun-filled play on Summer sunny days.
Black angel of mine, meander near my truth; corral words interchanged between the mortal whims we buried near the sand and stone murals the coastline and ravines overthrew.
Many orchids, chocolate brushing a with death'careless needles- adapted since.
Now I follow you, the boldness of your emerald crown, and the swueakiness amidst your new Keens and their patter on the crackly ground.
A cute exists to cease your pain
It takes the somber in your ails
Then slivers off pieces of your bones.
The downside is you **** all day
Your fury enrages you more.
The three-step antibiotic treatment
Made the sick in you sicker-
Treats meant to wander freely Now we've been in this trapped plainness in trapped family nowhere-land; until so miserable, melancholy, and disappointed
Anger turns to shouting.
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