Originate your muddled worth you wretched woe of man.
And though you spite your very ways know not that you're the plan.
For not one other has such brazen lock heart loathing of itself.
You truly know the wrinkled worth of nothing aging on the shelf.
A cheek still red from slap of life due more then once but forced unto.
I stream now with concourse obfuscation, pride nothing but my smelt eschew.
imbibed wisdom
Author notes
yeah... everyone needs to cut loose and stuff. Don't judge me!
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