

EsnesnonAt night I walked alone in the park, Alone with my thoughts, alone in the dark. I stumbled over a sleepin hobo, Then heard the train whistle blow. Spaghetti attacked my face, throwing meatballs at my space. With shoes made of gold, I clicked my heels and tagged it bold.Esnesnon
How lovely are your drops of water, those that drop unto the latter. The prose of life delt me my cards, And those I used, sold and made a profit on. Dragon maestro steve read the similarion Along with the collected works of Bob Barker, Who's life was a great wrinkle, he crawled fr


A Crooked Deal.Perhaps my feet are crooked And slow the sand with tides; I rot. Am blue meat broken on back-shores, Yours.A Crooked Deal.
Perhaps my eyes are cocked Seeping sour fruit along penetration sweet - Like Loves languid stupor, female drenched.
Perhaps my mind is dead, worm holed, A burning ship of refuge Where I run to when you kiss me.
Oh, I cannot paint the eyes of God With my love, because you fly To the universe next door when
My lips crease double, and in them your tongue leaks orange passion, honeyed, to my body prostrate and I melt
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