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a bit faded, i cruise through loose threads in my argument. i recoil from dimwits that flip wigs and false coin. i join the null set of lost clubs on main street, discreetly - but strut like a peacock in leather feathers, for non -boys... so many girls. i'm in two worlds, but **** if she don't fit in, pro bono. she knows what i don't know, like a book spout of lovely. my bones lend juice to the stew of her gifts, when she'll have me. but luck gets cut and what not, and better fellas rob joy from so many worlds they're Cuckoo. i snip pearls for this one. my intentions are sincere if not see-through.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Amy May Arbitrate, But I'm Elated
a bit faded, i cruise through loose threads in my argument. i recoil from dimwits that flip wigs and false coin. i join the null set of lost clubs on main street, discreetly - but strut like a peacock in leather feathers, for non -boys... so many girls. i'm in two worlds, but **** if she don't fit in, pro bono. she knows what i don't know, like a book spout of lovely. my bones lend juice to the stew of her gifts, when she'll have me. but luck gets cut and what not, and better fellas rob joy from so many worlds they're Cuckoo. i snip pearls for this one. my intentions are sincere if not see-through.
a friend of mine is in love with a lawyer. he asked me to write a poem about it, 45 mins ago. i came through.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
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