Ya, that's the naked truth.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXL1)
In case ye wondered: it is true...in pale
'Scuse deepest streams are almost silent hence.
The small do chatter--petty griefs howl thence
Most loudly. And if **** or be killed" hail
Yer soul, decide right now if ye to scale
Want THEIR blood on yer hands for aught intents,
In lieu of yours on theirs. There's no defense,
Whatever folk claimed, there is not aught bail.
O yes, my soul. Weep sore in silence fer
What you do not resist, or what you do.
You thought tea sans your dad (who would in tour
Tear you to pieces as his wont)--that brew
Was gonna satisfy?! I swear, tis poor
I'm sich a ****** fool. Love and hate both woo.
10May19a
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Ya, that's the naked truth.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXL1)
In case ye wondered: it is true...in pale
'Scuse deepest streams are almost silent hence.
The small do chatter--petty griefs howl thence
Most loudly. And if **** or be killed" hail
Yer soul, decide right now if ye to scale
Want THEIR blood on yer hands for aught intents,
In lieu of yours on theirs. There's no defense,
Whatever folk claimed, there is not aught bail.
O yes, my soul. Weep sore in silence fer
What you do not resist, or what you do.
You thought tea sans your dad (who would in tour
Tear you to pieces as his wont)--that brew
Was gonna satisfy?! I swear, tis poor
I'm sich a ****** fool. Love and hate both woo.
10May19a
...I pondered it, oer lunch May 9th, and realized dimly that you honestly can't write a single thing unless your heart is lighter. Pity all that follows since when it was heaviest I couldn't even speak...just blubber. Laugh at me.
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