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Tasteless... Jokes, I'd died for... So whetted an appetite, for bests And a single worst, shapes to form Adage, with no history Accept a joy, has you in mind Sorry, but *** is no epistolary When two is more, one is only kind... Faces that ace the test Marks and redoubt, to tell the tale Sorry, but *** is for lessons That eat rhymes, that know when to fail Future misery: What has a cough, fit for a king But ate the queen's pie? luridity Is a child with a thumb ******* a playing's aching? ******* Red is our forte, similar finger's With a reach, asking only doles Is **** a friend, when reality linger's?
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Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
The Breath Of A Wild School
Tasteless... Jokes, I'd died for... So whetted an appetite, for bests And a single worst, shapes to form Adage, with no history Accept a joy, has you in mind Sorry, but *** is no epistolary When two is more, one is only kind... Faces that ace the test Marks and redoubt, to tell the tale Sorry, but *** is for lessons That eat rhymes, that know when to fail Future misery: What has a cough, fit for a king But ate the queen's pie? luridity Is a child with a thumb ******* a playing's aching? ******* Red is our forte, similar finger's With a reach, asking only doles Is **** a friend, when reality linger's?
Just something I drug in...
#school#honor#luridness#molestation
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
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