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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Y O UY O Y

please rest
this wrist gets sore endorsing checks
play close to the chest,
the warnings I speak incessintly
deffinitaly
momentary lapses in judgement make monitary goals cum lavishly
guns support cavities,
and kisses taste like salt and sugar comforts drastically ravishing
creatures abundance
punishable by slumber.
wonder how the smile got so thunderous?
how those hips gave way to a price
and I...well..
Im alive
but you,
your at the mercy of a knife
dull blade
half tinged canvaser
ask your wisdom,can you even give without asking for it
tis the downfall of never having to gather
whisper
or master a tactic
because the batlles dont always secure an outcome
and words can always be far from done


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