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Woeful of degenertaive         Misgivings.. I walk the streets looking        For mister right. Then I hear Neanderthal       Callings.... "All right darling, Fancy some meat in between         Then bones.... I look upon there fingers,    Looking for a rope of shame. I smile, I play nice..     Pulling them into an Alleyway,         I asking them,           does your wife mind. What she doesn't know     Won't hurt her... "Maybe not her but you, As bolt croppers loose his finger     From his palm.. Screams were to ensue,    But gagged by lace ******* Shoved deep within    his dry throats... Did you know gold rolls    when its not weighted down    by the fidelity of indiscretions. He'll not be using that finger on         another's crying tears... They came up with a name for me?     I was honoured, The guillotine of divorce.. I giggled as the amount of rings           that rolled decreased.. Finding those who were single just          looking for a night of fantasy. Ok, some never learnt,                        my box of collectables... so many little lies in my box.. I saved my ladies a lifetime of lies,     and I have a reminder that some men                              are worthless...    but some are just out for a some fun,          just like me....
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Cheaters Never Prosper
Woeful of degenertaive         Misgivings.. I walk the streets looking        For mister right. Then I hear Neanderthal       Callings.... "All right darling, Fancy some meat in between         Then bones.... I look upon there fingers,    Looking for a rope of shame. I smile, I play nice..     Pulling them into an Alleyway,         I asking them,           does your wife mind. What she doesn't know     Won't hurt her... "Maybe not her but you, As bolt croppers loose his finger     From his palm.. Screams were to ensue,    But gagged by lace ******* Shoved deep within    his dry throats... Did you know gold rolls    when its not weighted down    by the fidelity of indiscretions. He'll not be using that finger on         another's crying tears... They came up with a name for me?     I was honoured, The guillotine of divorce.. I giggled as the amount of rings           that rolled decreased.. Finding those who were single just          looking for a night of fantasy. Ok, some never learnt,                        my box of collectables... so many little lies in my box.. I saved my ladies a lifetime of lies,     and I have a reminder that some men                              are worthless...    but some are just out for a some fun,          just like me....
#fun#divorice#once#cut#bolt#colletables#lies#truth
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
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