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Will you be the one
I write poetry for? -
Midnight is for poetry,
when undernourished imagination feasts. -
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
No more worries to trouble my head. -
My mind is a corroded cacophony - / a silly symphony of anxious ennui, / poundingly played by a fruity Sadducee / who put LSD in his caffine-free green tea, / and finished with a final finale / performing a guitar solo ala Tin Pan Alley.
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Sing a song of silliness,
Entertain amusing ambuscades. -
You're the Goddess I tithe, Penny
I love you more than life, Penny -
You're just too fat to be true,
Can't get my arms around you -
Sunlight waves framing thy classic face / Stunning member of the English race / / Angelic voice like a concerto violin / hints at the bea
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Do old people ever wonder about the children they abused?
About why their kids grew up so confused?by ladyjanew 290 words, 2 comments, on Feb 17 12:09 PM
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Dirty dishes
Messy rooms -
Will you be my cartoon-drawing boyfriend
If I make you laugh?
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