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Watch a bar of soap, marvel? Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap... But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker... ***** with a racier past, friend? Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek... Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's? Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...? Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall... Here of love, to make many more than meant In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat? Talc, and each... Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness... At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach... For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless... That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings? To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
When Is A Joke Best Served Hot?
Watch a bar of soap, marvel? Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap... But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker... ***** with a racier past, friend? Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek... Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's? Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...? Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall... Here of love, to make many more than meant In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat? Talc, and each... Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness... At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach... For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless... That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings? To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...
Soap to you, with a bottle of our best; when bubbles and trouble make it a double, are you ready for more than another round, of an innocence?
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
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