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I'll never render, only lie through teeth so cracked, so broken. By the fluid of desire that has tainted me. Forgive my splinters and excuse my scars which scream in your face and strangle you, Father. Idle consoles and dusty comics. They lie upstairs, with much more honesty than me. Your bearded child. It took short of ten years, to grow long, ***** and poor. I have been taken by the concrete of London. I have a new found love, a libido for burn and for a ***** ***** of the promise land. Intravenous fling. But I am back now, Father, with some chocolate, sweeties and smack. I am here. And I want all that you have.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
What's My Excuse
I'll never render, only lie through teeth so cracked, so broken. By the fluid of desire that has tainted me. Forgive my splinters and excuse my scars which scream in your face and strangle you, Father. Idle consoles and dusty comics. They lie upstairs, with much more honesty than me. Your bearded child. It took short of ten years, to grow long, ***** and poor. I have been taken by the concrete of London. I have a new found love, a libido for burn and for a ***** ***** of the promise land. Intravenous fling. But I am back now, Father, with some chocolate, sweeties and smack. I am here. And I want all that you have.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
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