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I’m searching for an answer. Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep, Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger. I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity. I don’t want to hear something about the seasons, Or anything about ethics. No more flowers, Away with the aesthetic of yore. Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives. Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters. Give me the casanovas and cougars. I search this rotten boulevard and t All night, all night, even during the day.. I’m on the search.. I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
A Key to Unlock the Doors of Profanity
I’m searching for an answer. Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep, Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger. I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity. I don’t want to hear something about the seasons, Or anything about ethics. No more flowers, Away with the aesthetic of yore. Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives. Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters. Give me the casanovas and cougars. I search this rotten boulevard and t All night, all night, even during the day.. I’m on the search.. I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
#profanity#sordidity#searching#ruination#corruption#redefining#monogamy#affairs#boredom#excitement
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burntletters
New York City, NY
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
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