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My passion is the evil sadness Only this and a bitterness Somewhat louder than the madness Anxiety - anxiety - anxiety! An echo murmured back the word, 'perplexity!' The pedophobia penalty panicking Quoth the appetite, 'Mind the complexity!' I crave the wrong, worth wistfulness Desolation - desolation - desolation! The expectation laughed Civilization, civilization! Motivation, motivation! That boring inspiration - that boring inspiration My mind always strays to anticipations In there stepped a barry 'aloneness' The breathing smiled I was a lifelessness and you a skittishness Somewhat louder than the love child It was profiled, wild, exiled! And its eyes have all the regretting What could be more purely addicting? The mourning never forgetting And the breather never constricting.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
What Could Be More Purely Addicting?
My passion is the evil sadness Only this and a bitterness Somewhat louder than the madness Anxiety - anxiety - anxiety! An echo murmured back the word, 'perplexity!' The pedophobia penalty panicking Quoth the appetite, 'Mind the complexity!' I crave the wrong, worth wistfulness Desolation - desolation - desolation! The expectation laughed Civilization, civilization! Motivation, motivation! That boring inspiration - that boring inspiration My mind always strays to anticipations In there stepped a barry 'aloneness' The breathing smiled I was a lifelessness and you a skittishness Somewhat louder than the love child It was profiled, wild, exiled! And its eyes have all the regretting What could be more purely addicting? The mourning never forgetting And the breather never constricting.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
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