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The Veritian Lamb.The sub humans sacrificed the lamb on the second day of the month we call April, For them all they know is it’s the month where the rain sweeps much of the plant life away, It was the second lamb killed in the calendar year and was sacrificed for the princess’ wedding, That day the tourist group from Jejune was visiting the natives, Upon entering the camp they saw the commotion and were horrified at the primordial display, One woman covered her eyes so not to see women’s breasts, She had notice their breasts were fuller than her own, Their husbands were shocked that the men were so comfortable being sThe Veritian Lamb.


Banters of burning boredom.The candle has almost burnt down to the end, The wick has lost it’s will to go on, Everyone is the pool of wax, Which I stick my fingers in just to get burnt, To feel that moment of pain, Until you all harden and I can’t feel where I begin and you start, Until I decide to peel you off. The candle has ceased to produce my light for living, In the hermit shadows, I weep for loneliness, To wait for that companion who can understand, What it feels like to hate the pool of wax which every candle produces.Banters of burning boredom.


It's always the quiet ones...We are watching through windows, Of a building made of quiet contemplation, The noises from the street ruin our thoughts, For if the world was on mute for just one day, We could think clearly, We wouldn’t have to wear our masks, For one day to never make fake comments, Perhaps inside our building is where we are best kept, For the outside world is too thunderous, With each spark of lighting, Electric shocks, cringes of disappointment, We close our eyes, and sit quietly, One woman thinks of talking to a blond haired girl, Another dreams about her grandmother’s gardenIt's always the quiet ones...
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take a chance on me
what's there to lose?
"and if i saw the sun fall down
i'd pick it up and make a crown
one that was a perfect fit for you"
-R.H.C.P.
lol
<3
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Who is this irrisistable creature with an insatiable love for the dead?
its almost poetic....
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Who is this irrisistable creature with an insatiable love for the dead?
its almost poetic....
You and i could make lesbian love,
and neither of us would have to wear a cock glove.
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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