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You are allowed to be disgusted and denounce these early hours. (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXII) Let's talk of scarlet vines which boldly trail Across this wasteland yellows own from hence, Orange like a note what'd gaily trim the sense Of changing leaves, where purple winks in frail Touch deep maroon knows best, while blues detail Tinged with ist lavendar? Green maples thence On fire that slowly burns their staid pretense, Ah me, still let us talk of scarlet's tale. I can do nothing right. The weekend, fer Aught hope of dating's here, and I shall do Time like I dinna care, cuz in a poor Excuse I'm hard to get. Swoon over who Does not but tease whileas he cares, and you're All wiser. Shaun. Why wake me? I liked you. 21Oct16c
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
I Think I Love To...Weep.
You are allowed to be disgusted and denounce these early hours. (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXII) Let's talk of scarlet vines which boldly trail Across this wasteland yellows own from hence, Orange like a note what'd gaily trim the sense Of changing leaves, where purple winks in frail Touch deep maroon knows best, while blues detail Tinged with ist lavendar? Green maples thence On fire that slowly burns their staid pretense, Ah me, still let us talk of scarlet's tale. I can do nothing right. The weekend, fer Aught hope of dating's here, and I shall do Time like I dinna care, cuz in a poor Excuse I'm hard to get. Swoon over who Does not but tease whileas he cares, and you're All wiser. Shaun. Why wake me? I liked you. 21Oct16c
*I'm being reckless in showing off my diary pages.
JennyGordon
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51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
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