Posted: September 7, 2015 by lade in Uncategorized

So sweet as a honey Yet nothing seems satisfying No matter how large I am I Still feel so bony Speaking like a dummy I think is too late to go back running.

A thack! When above all riches thwack Men are very happy at its spark Cos it makes all men cack And to all it is a Jag But when will we stop to lack. A life of trust Becoming sands of blood Are these truths of lust? Or a dark in valentine?

Hot and hard In this bitter sweetness, Men still dwell Like a heart in the chest Men will never leave its nest.


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