Rats on easter do their best to not be eager,
or shiver in the endless winter, most comb
most kill, most seek all sorts of thrills we-
eping, changing, in losing effort fucking so
brainy, oh swell of summers windless wa
ining, sledge head master shed runner, wi
th all dead souls on the master mast, die
Cast pierce mummy fuck all crusted out a
nd all dried up each thrusting breaking for
mal train. I’m dead and just from knowing
. lolita lets not get crazy, im an older me s
o full of maiming, though long ago we turn
ed a pigeons wing to cinnnamon spelled wr
ong then righted, its time for this old man to
get the fuck out of town, his welcome is ov
er stayed and almost utmost over done well
done i friend some people have all the luck.
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