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I shan't let myself type, write, or udder the word that the oh, so shallow misuse. The term that hopeful, gutter ****** mutter; but empty (should it, a hallow abuse). Confused is the callow boy full of thirst, due to courtesans words, so misleading. The harlots fight over who will be first to devour his heart, warm and bleeding. Fleeting is usually how I define ones faux and improper use of the word. If down pours the rain, and water is wine, then wet lushes slur convictions: absurd. You'll never know what you've got til its dawn, and out comes the word, all consciousness gone.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
Sonnet #2
I shan't let myself type, write, or udder the word that the oh, so shallow misuse. The term that hopeful, gutter ****** mutter; but empty (should it, a hallow abuse). Confused is the callow boy full of thirst, due to courtesans words, so misleading. The harlots fight over who will be first to devour his heart, warm and bleeding. Fleeting is usually how I define ones faux and improper use of the word. If down pours the rain, and water is wine, then wet lushes slur convictions: absurd. You'll never know what you've got til its dawn, and out comes the word, all consciousness gone.
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
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