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DEXTEROUS ANGUISH
It seems not to know when to end
Words that proceeds are incomparable
What I await in the end is my morte
Death is what no one wishes for
There is no one who wants life to end
The only one who seems distrained
I am displeased by my society
It transcends anguish in my soul
But cessation I await with a smile
All my wears and tears on earth remains
No one to help me estimate my worth
I am ...
Thursday 14th February 2019 2:14 pm
Only Words.
Everyones spitting gritting hitting shitting whimsical pastures of pestilential sepulchritude.
…Which is about someone spitting a dummy out and putting it back un-wiped in their gob.
With thanks to lovely wordress Lynn.
Which made me think…
The masterful mastication of the master masturbators morose onanism is entrenched entrancement
.…watching someone wank.
The...
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