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Fornication Upon Consent of the King
Tainted sickling. Suckling feeder, yes, You; that high esteem, your pitiful narcissistic indulgence, i beg you thrust toward your becoming blade; impale yourself, slowly but ne’r to die upon it directly. Thus, that I might enjoy your pain, again, shall mine transform…
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Semanticrypt
I can’t stop Speaking in riddles I can’t stop Thinking in rhymes
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Sylwia
to reach out to touch you i wish i could dream about this i do and the planet it turns and this burns east to west in reverse everything becomes
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Pink Jelly
Somewhere, we meet at a table for two. I, being me You, being you we laugh for crying; what is not true. Post Script: J., I say to you, leave-it: out the burden, and too let the miniature version as much of…
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No time!
Too late for news, why hesitate in Truth or Rhyme for Thespian Hate What mind once was, recall six strings siren led a vacuous succession [transcribed of ancient scrolls]
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Weighted Anomaly Pervades Listening Enjoyment
Once in a while, I believe I have a good idea. Sometimes, I manage to pen some reference to it. The following is my attempt to record, in public forum, a music enthusiasts’ web site, at the URL, www.last.fm (or www.lastfm.com ).…
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Daily Grind
A Blue Hat an orange hen choice is inscription so these are measured only as written
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Remember Sammy Jankis
Leonard: “I don’t even know how long she’s been gone… It’s like I’ve woken up in bed, and she’s not here because she’s gone to the bathroom, or something, but somehow, I just– I just know– she’s never going to come back…