you never allowed us to acme.
xenophobic pish-posh thoughts
vertiginous vesuvian pleas
under saturnine skies
time insipid towards festering emotions.
since when did
possibility of a possible future?
negotiating moments of "could-be's" within your
left postprandial mints; pillowed punishment
kindly masquerading as love's moral code.
"just give it to me straight...
"I can take it!"
how dare your audacity pontificate to be votary
given this juncture, you're mere bandersnatch
fey drenched in
everything we claimed not to have stood for
can finally catch glimpse of the
benefit in personal
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